Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

She was blunt in her response, and even despite the small fear at the back of his mind that she would leave them, Scimitar offered a derisive but amused snort. "You're a frustrating woman, Falwasi," he murmured then, giving his muzzle a small shake. And even as the words slipped from his muzzle, he knew there was nothing about her that he would change.


But she had asked, and with a rueful glance that spoke the volumes of 'you should be careful what you wish for,' the cinnamon male allowed his haunches to plump down to the ground in haphazard carelessness, his bright aqua eyes trained on her features with a small scowl -- as of late, it was his trademark look, if it was not hidden behind a stoical mask. "The truth? I resent this land more and more with each passing day," he rumbled darkly. his eyes trailing in the direction of the soft trickling water. Lethe's grave resided somewhere along it's edges, and briefly, he wondered what the founder thought of the pack she had risen prior to her suicide -- had she envisioned it to be the primary point of drama in the Teekon Wilds?