Duskfire Glacier One different Scent

Malachi twitched at the sudden jerk of Scarlett's head and he shifted away. The scent of Swiftcurrent only grew stronger with the shake she gave of her fur, and his concern only thickened. But Malachi had little time to concentrate his efforts on weaselling her reason for the foreign scent: soon she was off again, only this time losing herself to a trail of words which related little to his casual proposal of a walk through the glacial woods.

The boy's face twitched into a strange look of perplexity, and an ungainly laugh escaped him in a short and single breath. "Uh... I'm glad you're settling in so well," he said and gave a flick of his ear in an impulsive reflection of discomfort. Though he didn't know what of his invitation provoked her to say the words she did, the youth took to heart what information she shared. He didn't know where the Emberwood was, but if it was close to Swiftcurrent he imagined Scarlett could have picked up the pack markers from there. The idea didn't settle well with the youth and his smile decayed into a faint frown. Duskfire stood on good terms with the river pack, and he didn't want to risk breaking whatever pact of good will they had. "It might be best, though, if you make yourself a permanent den here. This is your home, after all."

xD I can certainly see that! I suppose we'll see in time if Malachi does (: