new moon rising

The low noise stirred the Alpha, and swinging his muzzle over his shoulder, his bright eyes met upon the green of his companion. Kieran was a wolf Scimitar understood very little verbally, but he had proven time and again to not only be an asset to the pack, but one he could rely on as a friend. “Kieran,” he rumbled in ways of welcome, his nose pointing back in the original direction.

“How was your scouting trip?” The question was a basic one – Kaskara had informed of things, but the dark male might also have a few key points to offer Scimitar. The onset of winter was only stirring his desire to stake claim on Neverwinter Forest even further – and now, with the threat of the Bypass looming over them, he was certainly more prepared to do so. The only true thing stopping him was the pack that now overshadowed the brink of it.