Wapun Meadow to catch a butterfly

A cool breath of air puffed across the meadow, ruffling up the tall grasses and whispering through the trees. His eyes briefly closed, turning his skull to feel the hint of winter rushing through the park. His eyes flickered open, gray searchlights as he wondered whether or not the Swiftcurrent beta would decide to do.

Scimitar had placed his haunches upon the earth, a complacent and tolerant sort of behavior towards this silvery hellraiser; however pertinent his story may be. The arctic's presence seemed more backup than helping to motile the situation, even if Dovev was gleaming some.... interesting tidbits of information.
"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," the beast stated. "Whatever, they're not my subordinates. You can tell them whatever you wish to tell them."
Dovev's spherical reflectors remained locked on Shadow's face after that silent glance, and a thought dawned on the ivory wolf's mind. Perhaps Shadow had moved on from Swiftcurrent, and his haughty behavior was tinged with arrogant power. But for the obsession of this former Swiftcurrent with soliciting them, Dovev might have reason to believe this wolf had found a new home from himself.