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

The name that came next was what truly drew Scimitar’s attention to him – Shadow. He withheld any form of emotion.. a disapproving cant of his muzzle, a sardonic snort.. Revealing nothing, he simply blinked at the other, his shoulders lifting in a shrug before he gave a small nod. “I haven’t seen your brother in a few weeks now. I’m not sure where he is,” he rumbled, not in an unfriendly tone, but nor did his voice welcome open questions.

The words he spoke were truth – Scimitar’s brief interlude in the meadow where he had come across the silver heckler trying to toy with new Creek members had been awhile ago now, and briefly, he wondered just what the man was up to. As much as he wanted to not care.. the lingering doubt shadowed his mind. Shadow had made it clear of his distaste for his eviction, and the agouti male wondered if the Creek was simply no longer worth his time.. or if he was planning on stirring more trouble.