Rising Sun Valley these battle scars don't fade

Saber had heard the voices, as they snaked across the Creek borders. Saber was sure nearly any Warden trades or nearby patrolling packmates had heard, but he had no clue whether or not they would have the same amount of pace he held as he raced to be in proximity of their creator.
His brother, and another. A stonepelt.

The FrostFur awaited the arrival of others, noting the wolf Nefarious who kept a watchful eye on the pair, all while slowing his powerful sprint to a regal walk. The sand and ash pelted male saw the slightly weary appearing yet pristine sterling before his brother, and seeing that the sibling wasn't at all being harmed nor threatened in any way, Saber kept his hackles relaxed.

As fluid as a viper, the brother of an Alpha waited a few yards behind Scimitar, seemingly relaxed, yet muscles coiled and sharp mind prepared, just in case he was ordered to rip this silver's throat clean from his body. There was no need to hide. He did not fear this brute.

This was the man who had impregnated the desert girl. This pacing and royal imppsing fool. This was who she fell for?
He didn't even respect Scimitar's position in this matter. Didn't posses the humility it took to speak to someone who cared for the girl he neglected somehow. He could have atleast attempted such.
And because of his decisions, the more he breathed, the less Saber respected this man.

Frozen glacial irises studied the father to be, his gaze just as cold as his heart toward disrespectful heathens.