Arrow Lake The divine radiance of invertebrates

Whether it was because the she-wolf was more welcoming -- or the simple fact that she was a she and lovely at that, Scimitar found himself more drawn to her than the brusque and silent male. His own eyes would stray to the stranger who had yet to name himself, testosterone stirring and drawing the attention of how large this potential adversary was, and how skilled he might be in the arts of war.

Scimitar was sure he would be a challenging opponent, and felt a wave of excitement at the thought.

Yet it was not the time nor place, and with a shift of his weight, the cinnamon male looked to the pretty female as she spoke, giving a nod in return to the pleasantries. One ear flickered to the male as he stated his name.. and the fact that he was a lone wolf.

Ignoring to scoff at this life choice, Scimitar instead drifted his gaze back to Pied, unwilling to divulge too much information, and yet wanting to gain some knowledge of the other inhabitants of the area. "I do. Tuatha De. Yourself?"