Swiftcurrent Creek soft buzz · pack meeting

The buzz of words that suddenly spurred as their regal spoke left Scimitar silent instead -- his eyes drifted between the individuals present, curious to their relationships with the two now banished. It was strange to think that Jace had been ousted -- only moments before Scimitar had been offering him a poultice to deflect his bleeding.. the truth still lingering on his tongue with the bitter taste.

One stood up with defiance -- a pretty she-wolf, and his eyes were quick to fall upon the rounding of her belly. Pups. His tongue swiped across his lips in thought, curious as to the reasoning of a subordinate breeding and not the Alpha -- spare Fox's youthful age. Perhaps that had been the allowance of it.. unless, the fiery Alpha was not discontent with the ideas of her loyalists procreating.. to which the thought opened a new revelation and possibility for the cinnamon wolf. He had always considered that come time he was ready to take a mate and have pups of his own, they would need to claim land and raise a pack themselves to do so -- perhaps, that was no longer the case.

His aqua eyes drifted then to the ivory she-wolf -- a pretty thing, hard to miss in the crowd. He had yet to speak with her, and in part, it was because the flash of white pelt gave a sore indication to his memories of Chakra.

He spoke nothing. Fox solidified her decision, and with that, the agouti wolf gave a slight dip of his muzzle downwards, waiting to see if any other outbursts would come about.