Wapun Meadow to catch a butterfly

The reactions of the group had been varied. Like the subtle movement of water inside a small creek, the ebb of wolves eddied and flowed as Falwasi stepped away from the meeting and another male took her place. His perfume was stronger and more reputable of the pack, and he looked vaguely familiar. The fluffy words that spewed from his mouth were laced with an undertone, and Dovev could feel his sly shimmer of a smirk on his lips. The scene was starting to heat up.

Whatever past history that laid between the beta and the silver creature was unbeknownst to Dovev. A former Gamma, it was probable that his leave from Swiftcurrent was no graceful affair. The arctic beast remained standing, but his tongue flickered out to run the length of his left upper lip. Whatever was about to concur, he held his stance on the northwestern edge of the Meadow, but his gray orbs glimmered back and forth. The conversation was undoubtedly a little touchy.