Emberwood whitemarch

She had expected anything but silence — a mere movement forward, or backward, a whisper of 'hello', a smile, an attack — anything but silence. But it was silence that she received, accompanied by a mere nod and the return of an impassive stare. Falwasi clenched her teeth and her hairs barely raised off her straight back, sending sharp mental reminders of her most recent grapple. 

"You're near Creek territory," she said in a voice laced with ice. It was all she could say; she was angry and conflicted, and his response caught her off guard and disappointed her a little. The huntress wondered if she was wrong for wanting the wolf to bow and beg for her forgiveness, but she immediately thought not. It was most definitely appropriate for him to do so. 

The tall wolf held Dovev's stare, amber versus grey in this silently personal moment. The air stilled to aid the quietness of the moment, its pent-up thoughts threatening to spill through the tongue like a glass ornament on the arm of a pine. Falwasi had no idea how this event was going to play out, but she had every intention to find out.