Wapun Meadow The miles are getting longer, it seems.

The cinnamon male regarded her quietly as she spoke, an insistence seemingly gracing her present mind that she would do everything in her power to see nothing of the sort came to fruition – this, of course, was something he doubted entirely and he offered a small, sad smile. It was not that he doubted Paarthurnax’s heart, nor her belief of her words – simply that she would be too enthralled by the man to see the faults. Had he been privy to the future, he would be able to note the chaos would begin as Shadow went through the Rising Sun Valley, slandering the name of the Creek wolves and causing disrupt among their members before they even had a chance to settle.

As of present, he truly held no ill will to the man – and he especially wanted nothing but the best for Paar, and so with a humbled acceptance, the agouti male prowled forward then, choosing to see her off properly. With the tip of his muzzle, Scim made to touch his nose gently to her cheek – a gesture he would reserve only for pack mates or true companions. “I hope nothing but the best for you Paar,” he offered then, pulling back and allowing his tail to give a gentle sway through the cooling air. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for the Creek.”