Arrow Lake The divine radiance of invertebrates

While the land they were upon now was a good distance from his home, the tawny male still felt a surge of protectiveness wash over him as he regarded the two strangers that played around the mountain. His own stance remained neutral, his eyes shifting between the two, neither friendly nor harsh. He was simply taking in the scenario before him, curious about the inhabitants of the lands he was only beginning to call home.

Of course, Scimitar had always been taken with females of any variety – the richest golds, much like Muirrin, the deepest ebonies, and the purest of white.. and yet the creature before him was enticing in a way he had never witnessed before, and while he did not truly stare, his aqua eyes skimmed over her intricate markings with intrigue. She was pretty, and while he noticed, he did not dwell on the matter. She was not of his pack.

The alabaster male was large – broad in build and healthy in appearance, to the point that Scimitar’s younger mind had to resist the desire to enter a friendly spar with the beast – to test himself, to learn. But again, the wolf was of little concern to the male, as he remained outside of Tuatha De. Shifting his weight, the male took this opportunity to prowl closer to the two, amusement only reaching his teal eyes as the she-wolf introduced herself in a relaxed manner. “Scimitar,” he offered briskly, his eyes then drifting to the ivory wolf, awaiting for his own introduction.