Swiftcurrent Creek the water shall welcome his child

The dark warrior followed Scimitar into Swiftcurrent Creek territory, which would soon become his new home. Depending on what happened, either temporary and permanently. A small part of him wished for this massive change in his life, this beginning of his new chapter to be longer than all the others but deep inside, he sincerely doubted that would happen. For no matter where he went, the nagging of his home welsh pack dug into him and seemed to tear the bloody flesh of his beating heart out of his dark chest.

However none of his internal turmoil showed through his stoic, impassive features. Midnight blue gaze scanned the territory, memorizing the place he would probably be living for a while until he decided to stay or move on. “They call this Lethe’s Rest. Apparently, she was the founder of this pack.” He had a million questions to ask Scimitar but kept it to himself, knowing it would be both rude and disrespectful. Instead he merely nodded his understanding and placed that as a landmark in his mind.