Wapun Meadow to catch a butterfly

Couldn't resist!

Wapun Meadow was a neutral terrain – when the Beta of the Creek caught wind of Shadow’s scent, he trailed after it, curious to how the silver male was faring after Bazi had banished him. Shadow had aggravated the nerves of both the leaders, but he had been a good sparring partner and had proved to hold down his duties to the pack.

His paws were swift as they moved through the grass. Shadow had gained the attention of not just him, but apparently two other wolves—one of whom he recognized as Falwasi, the she-wolf he had just allowed entry in to the ranks. She drifted away from the group, and Scimitar watched her with a light furrow of his brow – the air seemed tense, and withholding a sigh, the large male strode closer to the group, offering a nod to the retreating form of the female. “Something either of you said?” It was a light joke, but the rumble of his tone hinted that he knew something seemed off.. and while he did not know the ivory man, he did smell of the Creek. Instead, his gaze fixated on Shadow, waiting for the arrogant trademark smirk he would likely be bestowed with.