Swiftcurrent Creek as the stars fall

His pack mate seemed defense of his remark – one of pure jest, and so he inclined his muzzle slightly to reveal he had meant no harm, and allowed the conversation to leave there. Settling back to his haunches, now stiff, a small smile pulled at his lips to her concern. “My pride is bruised,” he admitted, leaning back slightly now.

Allowing a small pause between the two, Scimitar studied the she-wolf with light intrigue. “You have impressive moves. Have you considered holding training sessions for those at the Creek that might be interested?” He put a high amount of importance over the ability to fight – and should Swiftcurrent ever need to, he wanted the pack to be prepared.