Swiftcurrent Creek Old Man [IC Joining]

Since Cadfael is newly accepted, decided to barge in. :P

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The dark prince had just been accepted into the Creek and had taken to doing border patrolling. It was a habit of his to simply watch, listen and learn when he arrives at a new pack, to simply observe and he was doing it again. Midnight blue gaze swept over the lands in front of him as he walked with quiet grace. Two scents drifted by and with a gentle inhale of his nose, he identified one scent to be a wolf of Swiftcurrent Creek while the other was unfamiliar.

A wistful look flashed through his dark gaze for a brief moment before resuming its usual serious look. The roman would have immediately rushed forward, his stance protective as he glared at the wolf at the borders. Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he made his way forward, the aura of grace and strength emitting off the welsh warrior. It wasn't long before he arrived at the scene. The wolf that smelled faintly of Swiftcurrent was apparently a halfbreed? It didn't matter to him, not really, as long as the wolf was the dominant animal he didn't really care.

The other male was well, old and apparently had collapsed onto the ground. The aspiring healer quickened his pace although the same stoic expression was still on his dark handsome face. "Are you hurt?" he asked in his soft, lightly accented voice at the male that had collapsed onto the ground after flashing a faint smile at the halfbreed.