Swiftcurrent Creek a second try

Scim's actually annoying when he's mopey.

Lovesick puppy would have been a prime definition of Scimitar in that very moment -- a dead rabbit was only a foot from his outstretched form, untouched spare for the killing blow he had given, and yet each time he made to look at it, disgust would overwhelm him, killing any thoughts of appetite that might have formed. Swiftcurrent Creek was quick to replenish -- something about the land seemed to beckon others, and now, with everything in his life shot to absolute shit.. Scimitar felt anywhere but at home.

He had half entertained the idea of sweeping outside of the territory and finding his way back to Neverwinter Forest. Something about that place called to him.. and in a perfect world, he would go do so -- trialing away from the Creek to lay claim to the grand forest.. except this time, a certain petite and ivory female would be at his side.

But this wasn't a perfect world, and he very much doubted that the female who haunted his thoughts consistently was even about to look at him, let alone want to be at his side.