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

The other was trying to delve further in to something – the next slew of questions hit the marker of too personal in Scimitar’s mind, and his wolfish eyebrows lifted – refraining from curling his lip instead. He would have initially pegged it as simple concern for his brother, to which the cinnamon male would have provided him with information to the best of his knowledge. But the sudden question asking if something had happened to Shadow and his pack.. it seemed a bit further than than mere concern for his brother, and bordering the edge of complete suspicion. Had Shadow sent a spy to the Creek now? It was something he would do – and Scimitar knew this, because it was something he himself had been considering doing.

“Like I said, he’s not here nor have I seen him in a few weeks now. If you’re looking to do some recon on my pack, you’re crossing a dangerous line, kid,” he murmured, his tail lashing through the air as his muzzle lifted higher – he was massive in his own right, and if a yearling thought he was going to push his weight around, he had another thing coming. “And if you’re looking to hear about his well-being, you’re still crossing a dangerous line. I gave you the information I know. If I do see him again, I will have his tongue this time. Perhaps when you find him, you can tell him that.”