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So Star, a member of Swiftcurrent Creek was missing? Her scent was growing stale, that was what Scimitar told him, and that he and the other wolf's job was to see if they could track her down and see if what she was doing, if she was alright. Seemed easy enough, but Raz would prefer to do it alone, feeling that anyone doing any missions with him would simply get in his way. Despite his battle hardened heart, merciless exterior, the Roman would prefer if there was as little bloodshed as possible. Knowing that each life was precious.
The silver male stopped by Duck Lake, sniffing the faint scent trail, it was fading and he could barely smell it now. Raziel waited by the edge of the lake, waiting for his partner, hoping he was a competent fighter because something told him there would be fights in this journey. Even if he wanted as little bloodshed as possible, Raziel still wouldn't hesitate to deliver the final finishing blow, he'd been taught that way after all.