Amaranth

Scimitar had gotten small whiffs of his swarthy friend's scent, but had not seen him since their arrival. Reassured only that Luka was still within the pack lands, it did not settle well with the cinnamon male that the two had not touched base for so long. Drifting towards the center of the lands after a sweep of the borders, Scim had come across the stronger trail of his brother, and without hesitation, his pace quickened as he loped along the trail, hoping to find Luka.

Fate was kind that day, and within a quarter of an hour, Scimitar's bright eyes fell upon the dark shades of black that cloaked his friend. Uttering a 'woof' of greeting, the Frostfur quickened his pace, closing the distance between them as his gaze worriedly swept over his friend's form, making sure he was okay. "There you are," he rumbled, a small smirk now smoothing across his features. Coming up alongside Luka, he nudged the male gently to his shoulder, his eyes now falling upon the moss his companion's deep blue eyes were set upon. "What're you doing?"

set by Emy