Swiftcurrent Creek with all my choices

“Scimitar Frostfur,” he offered in return, the surname feeling strange on his tongue. Very little times did he introduce his entire name – not because he was ashamed of it (the exact opposite, if truth be told) but because others in the Teekon Wilds used them very little. Somehow, they almost seemed unimportant here.. as if bloodlines were of little consequence or thought.

He wondered how Rapier was fairing – his siblings had likely left the shelter of Dal Riata to explore the world, much like he and Kaskara. That said, he wouldn’t have been surprised if Saber or Falchion had risen in rank now, eager to take her place when the time had come. When he had been younger, it had almost been his ambition as well – to reign as king over the Dal Riata wolves and hold a family of perfection on Halycon Cliff. How different that part of his life had seemed in comparison to now.

Leon’s questioned stirred his attention once more, and the large male blinked at his darker companion, curious of his amicable nature. It had been awhile since such a chance for a laid back friendship had risen to him, and he fondly recalled his days with Luka. “Sure,” he replied with a small shrug, wondering if the male was preoccupied at the moment to do it now. It didn’t take him long to move the beat of the conversation to his next question. “When did Bazi accept you?” And more importantly, had he gotten just as lost in those beautiful blue eyes as Scimitar himself did?