Swiftcurrent Creek waiting star

And there it was. The momwnt he'd been waiting for. Why were so many women so freaking fickle in these wilds. He had been a man that gave chase. Shared in more than on3, but he also knew how to be loyal and stay true. 

A smirk danced long his maw at his friends whispered words and his own head lifting and a twitch in his shoulder, wondering. Waiting.

But the next moment he was immediately pushed over the edge and a small warning growl left his mouth. The threat was not subtle and he was not happy in the least. As a matter if fact he was sort of pissed off. A fight, a pissing contest over a woman. What kind of age old bull shit was this.