Swiftcurrent Creek swift is death's blow

The greyscale male trotted steadily beside the Creek's rushing waters, he knew that it was dangerous despite its beauteous exterior. The swift rapids could easily wash a full grown wolf down the river and to their deaths if it was fast and strong enough, he doubted even Scimitar would be able to resist it. Lost in his own thoughts, Estoc nearly slipped and fell but caught himself just in time, he swore heavily, curse words slipping out of his tongue casually.

Blame his adventures. The Frostfur had met many different wolves on his travels and some were not so......nice.

Piercing golden eyes narrowed at the figure in front of him, realizing a moment later that it was exactly the wolf he was looking for. Saber. Holy Jupiter. "Oh my fucking god, pretend none of that ever happened," he blurted out but a moment later his eyes that resembled the sun glowed with laughter.