Swiftcurrent Creek turn down the thermostat

As protective as any other pack wolf, if not a bit more, the cinnamon male was quick to scent down the stranger – though, as luck would have it, it was purely from the simple fact he had been so close. The pale pelt was impossible to miss, and there would be no mistaking the form to be Bazi – the sizes of the two were night and day.

Rounding closer to the stranger, Scimitar cast him a careful eye, uncertain to the visit. Many came looking for a pack – though at times, he had come upon those with strange requests. Arcing his tail higher, he gave a nod to the other, as if waiting for the rogue to speak first. “Welcome to Swiftcurrent Creek borders – what is it you seek here?”