Rising Sun Valley these battle scars don't fade

And so the cinnamon Frostfur waited – his eyes riveted upon the other’s, studying him only as much as he had to. Shadow was a closed book, though his trademark smirk seemed to have been slapped from his face the moment Paarthurnax had left his sorry ass. Scimitar was many things, but he did not believe in taunting – not like this, and so he said nothing. As far as he was concerned, this was simply business, until the silver male decided to try to make it something else.

Others flocked behind him. Blinking, the Alpha tensed as his muzzle swung only partially to his shoulder, catching view of so many Creek wolves who had come – was it to support him? Or their own curiosity? Either way, his gaze was quickly riveted back upon the matter at hand – their visitor, Shadow, before he had a chance to try and tear out Scimitar’s throat or something of the likes.

While the grey male might have tried to maintain a neutrality about his tone, his accusations were instead hidden in his words, and Scimitar could not withhold a sardonic snort. “Shadow,” he began, shifting his weight and directly staring to the eyes of his opponent. “You don’t get to come here and begin the manipulation of calling me heartless – everything that has happened to you, and is about to, is your doing,” he stated firmly, no malice in his tone, though it held a dry edge to it. “You’re insolence and attitude got you kicked out of this pack. You’ve been unwelcome at our borders the moment you stopped new Creek wolves to harass them – and you sure as hell sealed that deal when you couldn’t keep your Bypass fools from stomping in here and attacking my members.” His tone held the hitn of a growl towards the end, and he gave his muzzle a shake. “It has nothing to do with my actions – heartless or not – and everything to do with yours.”

He paused, snorting once more as Shadow asked about Paar. How the hell did he think she was? The she-wolf lived to please others and possibly had the most gentle soul he knew.. she was caving from within. “As I’ve heard, you’ve already talked to her, so you already know how she is.” If Shadow wanted a middle man to hear about the well-being of his ex-mate.. it sure as hell wouldn’t be from one of her closest friends. “As I’ve told her – if she desires her children to know you, that is up to her – but those meetings will not happen within Swiftcurrent Creek lands. You’ve burnt those bridges all by yourself.”