Swiftcurrent Creek soft buzz · pack meeting

The bitter taste of plants cloaked his mouth – the poultice he had made had been put to use, though little words had transpired. As far as Scimitar was concerned, he knew neither of the males well enough to question the fight or what had transpired between them. Instead, he could provide the little bit of service he knew, his heart lingering upon thoughts of his old friend Luka who had aspired to heal. The large and bear-like man was not of the same mind – but he had gained more than enough battle wounds in the past to know the most efficient way to cease the loss of blood.

Fox’ call was not surprising – the pack had been shaken with the events that had occurred. Loping silently, the male came upon the few that had gathered before him, his aqua eyes surveying each without emotion. He recognized only the Leaders, and in turn of respect, lowered himself significantly, offering a nod to the impressive trio.

Settling to the side, a respectful distance away, Scimitar reclined to his haunches, one ear flickering to any voice that arose, though withholding comment. Having only been a member for a few weeks, he was not in his place yet to speak his mind.