something happened

It wasn't an answer he expected. Wolfish brows lifted -- a rare occasion to reveal emotion as he listened to her story, and in turn, cast his eyes with concern on Dovev. The story was weaved with a flourish of confusion, and blinking, Scimitar felt his own lips twitch as they pulled back slightly, spurned only by the thought of some rogue wolf messing with his comrades. "I hope you took a chunk of his tail on the way," he muttered darkly, allowing the aspect of the lone wolf stray now.

What was important was that Dovev was injured. Esperanza did come, and as the dark creature swept in, Scimitar's turquoise eyes cast her a glance of indifference, holding back a snort at the question. "I didn't call you here so we could all watch him bleed on the grass," he murmured dryly, taking a step aside so the she-wolf could assess the damage, though his eyes would linger upon her with a hint of regret at the sharp words he had given her. "Falwasi, are you injured at all?" With that, his eyes streamed over the lissome female, as if reassuring himself she had been unharmed.