Nova Peak a mountain in my hand, my hand

She too could not tell if Bazi was attempting to repair their friendship, but part of Falwasi wondered whether her disregard to their previous encounter was not an act. Let bygones be bygones was a hard thing to accept, but the aspiring warrior knew that she had to. Maybe the two females had more in common than they thought, and by ignoring Bazi's naïvety, maybe Falwasi would be able to see this.

Falwasi ascended a fair bit higher to reach the ledge the pouf had been resting upon, each step subconsciously thought through with utter precision. As she climbed Bazi answered her silence-breaker, but as soon as she heard Dovev's name mentioned, she paused in her stride for a millisecond before continuing on with a falsely resumed step. Once she reached Bazi, she sat beside her, the warmth and light of the altitude gracing her pelt.

"No. Star wasn't cut out to lead," she said, shaking her head. "Dovev could have — maybe he did." Falwasi could not picture the two arctics together as a leading pair; mostly because she didn't want to, but also because she knew that Star would hold Dovev back. But, anything could work and she was one to know this — perhaps the pair were thriving together.