Duck Lake as I love the name of honor more than I fear death

The spatters of blood upon the ground was what drew him forward. He had never been one to explore so thoroughly prior to his reign as a leader—perhaps it was the itch of his paws that kept him firmly in place.. for he knew the DeMonte wanderlust was very much a real issue, and while he had experienced before.. he knew he could not leave now. Not after Bazi had simply skipped off in to the sunset to go find whatever answers it was she sought. She had left him, and the promise she had given to return a full moon cycle later rung hollowly in his mind – empty words to fulfill was was likely an empty promise.

At first, he had believed he would simply hand her rank back to her when she returned, if she should demand it. Yet now.. knowing how eagerly she had cast aside her pack mates to seek out those that had left them behind, he was not so sure.

Nor was he entirely sure he would keep the pack here, waiting for her return either. Neverwinter Forest called to him and as each day passed when the moon would rise within the midnight sky, he knew the call was getting harder and harder to ignore. But he would not leave without the pack.. and if they did not want to go.. then he truly had no say in the matter.

His strides were long as he followed the trail that lead him further from pack borders. He was familiar with Duck Lake, but not the bloodied silhouette that drank greedily from its depths. Slowing his pace, he curled a lip in distaste as the beast hurled the contents of their stomach upon the ground.. Lovely.

The mystery of the blood was solved, and Scimitar in that moment lost his interest. Debating whether or not to approach or simply turn away, he paused for a moment, his creamy paws gripping the ground with indecision.