Swiftcurrent Creek turn down the thermostat

Scimitar had come upon some strange beings at pack borders in his lifetime – those seeking to join a pack, those seeking aide.. even those simply seeking conversation. Never before had a proposition been taken to him, and with skepticism flashing for a brief moment in his usually emotionless eyes, the Beta shifted his weight, holding back a derisive snort.

“And what price would that be, then?” The offer was sorely tempting – and what was the harm in a stranger doing his bidding? A certain task came to mind.. one he did not want any of the pack members to do.. and besides this stranger skipping to their rising opponent to solicit an opportunity for him instead.. what harm could be done?

“What if I wanted information on someone?”