“Really, I had thought you would have had better things to do than try to tell tall tales to new pack members. You must be bored.” Wow, Scimitar sure had guts to say that the truth was a mere tail. He must be desperate to save Swiftcurrent Creek, to keep their members loyal when the Alpha herself was tainted and not fit to lead a pup, let alone a whole pack. If he'd known that his welsh friend had seeked acceptance in the Creek's ranks, he wouldn't even have bothered to tell Scimitar what he was up to, instead ask for his friend's well-being. After all, who knows when he'll be kicked out as well, just because of who he likes.
He supposed the Beta didn't want wolves to know about the Creek's terrible story, their Alpha kicking wolves out left and right, their former Alpha stirring up trouble then running away with a male wolf from another pack and the founder suicided. Scimitar better protect Bazi, fast because if the Creek was truly cursed by the gods, she would be next.
His gaze cold and steady as he ignored the new wolf of the Creek and looked at Scimitar and smiled faintly. "Telling tales, am I? Surely you should know the difference between the truth and mere stories? They deserve to know what they're signing up for you know. Its unfair to them." and that was what he truly thought anyways. He never lied.
He shrugged, silver eyes flashing over to the white male for a moment before looking back at Scimitar. "Whatever, they're not my subordinates. You can tell them whatever you wish to tell them." he smiled and it wasn't a smirk. It was a smile.