Wapun Meadow to catch a butterfly

Had Scimitar been the smirking type, it was that moment he would have offered one to mirror the male's own attitude -- as it was, Scimitar was not a male who fueled his emotions to his sleeve, and instead his features remained to be an unreadable mask. Shadow played the role of arrogance with his smirks, Scimitar played the role of mere indifference.. especially when it came to the grey rogue.

"I'll gladly tell any Creek member what it is they desire to know. But to decipher truth.. well, I'd have to know what story you were spinning them, now wouldn't I?" He allowed his bright eyes to shift to Dovev in that moment.. though his peripheral vision kept Shadow on careful watch. The man was like a snake.. and he trusted him about as far as he could throw him.

"Then we can have a discussion on fairness."