Swiftcurrent Creek the sunstone

Falwasi furrowed her eyebrows; she was intrigued by the certain 'mission' the wolf had spoken about. 'Mission...' the slim wolf repeated silently for confirmation, hoping Kaskara would expand on the subject. Fal didn't pester; she didn't want the silver dusted wolf to confuse curiosity with nosiness. 'Anyways,' she said, changing the subject, 'Do you know of any quiet areas? So far I can't seem to find any.' she asked, thinking of how many unpredicted encounters she'd had over the past few days.

As she watched the wolf before her, Falwasi suddenly grew curious about Kaskara's past. She tried to strike up a picture of her parents, wondering how she had gotten her odd-colored eyes and dusting across her back and shoulders; her originality was beautiful and Falwasi wouldn't be surprised if any of the other wolves envied her.