Swiftcurrent Creek the water shall welcome his child

The other decided he would rather a tour – it seemed like such a small decision, and yet it showed to the Beta that at least, the swarthy male was looking to gain some form of familiarity with his new home. Perhaps the Creek had finally found a more solid member. They were on the right track to mending what had just battered them, and while Scimitar would have loved nothing more than to move the pack further from the Sunspire, he knew Bazi would never want to leave. Her words had been fleeting, and spoken in the heat of emotion.

With a nod in a direction, the male sauntered towards the heart of the terrain then, moving in silence. His eyes settled across the horizon, taking in the beauty of his home – so tainted by recent happenings and the presence of the Sunspire that loomed like a dark shadow beyond them.

While he was silent for moments, his eyes drifted back to the newcomer, his weariness hidden behind a carefully trained stoical mask – his mother had taught him well, and his heritage was known for their ability to now show emotion – the DeMonte’s had reigned supreme in many areas, though Scimitar had never bothered to seek them out. They were blood, but that did not make them family.

As they came to the creek edge, his eyes fell upon the bear formation – the gravesite was growing over with moss now, and for a moment, the agouti Beta debated removing some of the greenery from its site. After all, with Njal gone, who would maintain it? But the more important question was.. why would he care?

He gave a small nod in the direction of the site, his tail giving a content sweep through the air. “They call this Lethe’s Rest. Apparently, she was the founder of this pack.”