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Barges in because he's a worryass.

His paws traced the edges of the borders – his body held tensely as he prowled.. just waiting for Shadow to reveal himself. Paarthurnax said the male had wanted an audience with him – and yet he had yet to call out for Scimitar, so the Frostfur could only debate in silence what the wait could mean. Perhaps the silver bastard had simply cut his losses and left.. returned back to his pack to pick up the pieces he had seemed to shatter of his life – but somehow, that seemed too noble for the wolf that still somehow managed to haunt the Creek at every turn.

Each day that passed, Scimitar found himself wanting the Bypass leader dead.

Yet a sharp cry rose, stirring his heart to his chest – it was a cry that he recognized without hesitance, and his mouth instantly became dry. His large form twisted, and as he raced toward the sound, all he could of was Bazi, and what could have just happened – and for everything to be alright.

It took him longer to reach her than was desirable – and yet relief swept over him as her pale form came to view.. seemingly unmarred. Kaskara was there, and Saber, and quizzically, the cinnamon male moved toward his siblings, noting that a scuffle seemed to have occurred. “What the hell?” Bewildered and blinking, his aqua eyes swept over to the lissome white she-wolf, once more discerning she was alright.. and then made forward to inspect his sister, his muzzle touching her cheek gently. The scent of blood stung his nose, and he felt his eyes narrow in turn as he studied her.