Swiftcurrent Creek turn down the thermostat

Information for a piece of meat. It was hard to believe the wolf would delve so deep for something so simple – but then again, as a rogue, it was likely a decent chunk of meat was hard to come by. The most Scimitar would lose was his dinner and he gave a silent nod of approval.

The ivory male was quick to ask questions, and the male flicked his tail through the air with quiet contemplation. Here was where it could go sour – would he seek Shadow out, tell him the Creek pack was looking in to him and sell this information for an even larger hunk of meat?

“He goes by the name of Shadow. You’ll know it’s him just from his douchebag smirk.” There was a small pause. “I want to know if he’s set up camp anywhere with followers.”