Swiftcurrent Creek as the stars fall

[size=x-small]For @Scimitar - the pre-spar thread :)[/size]

The long-legged she-wolf strode into a clearing peppered with a moderate amount of oak trees, large grey clouds hanging in the sky. The air was still warm, and the comforting breeze blew through the array of trees, ruffling Falwasi's velvety fur. The sun was about to start to set, and she could see it slowly making its way down west. She was always frisky in the autumn; the weather gave her a little buzz of energy here and there thanks to the bitter warning of winter's approach.

She had thought of Bazi lately. The plush white creature hadn't made an appearance in a while, and her scent was starting to become stale within the lands. It made Falwasi slightly uneasy - Bazi was the first friend she made when she joined the pack and she missed the Alphess' presence, but she assumed she was on a mission and that she would return to her pack soon.

Falwasi had also thought of becoming a warrior, considering she had been one in her previous pack. She had always enjoyed sparring with her pack mates, but as the pack's numbers dwindled, there wasn't much of a variety of wolves to fight with. She didn't know of any warriors in the pack, but figured they all knew how to fight anyway. It was one of the wolf species most important traits - survival.