new moon rising

Scimitar, in his attempt to understand the swarthy man, was likely staring at him quite rudely, his jaws slightly slackened. Clipping them shut as Kieran spoke something – the Frostfur did get a ‘tanks’ out of it, he instead let the conversation drift elsewhere. The report was almost the same as Kaskara’s, and he would not pry further. Duskfire Glacier’s situation was an unfortunate one, but one that did not affect the wolves of the Creek – after all, Njal and Tuwawi could barely wait to leave them behind.

“Are there any trades that interest you?” It was a question that could potentially entice an answer he would not understand past Kieran’s heavy accent, but one worth gaging – he could not help his pack mate further his skills if he did not know what he potentially aimed for. Giving his pelt a light shake, Scimitar’s muzzle dropped down to smooth a stray piece of fur on his shoulder, withholding his tension and trying to force his muscles to relax.