Swiftcurrent Creek as the stars fall

As he disclosed the reason behind the scar, he smiled a sardonic smile along with the words, “So I showed him I meant business. As you can see, my face is still here.” Falwasi couldn't help but return the warped smile; it was contagion. "It certainly is." she said with slight facetiousness. "You seem to like to fight." she remarked. Scimitar was well-built and packed with muscle, a crucial physical aspect to a warrior. She could be mistaken, though.

The ball of fire wasn't close to disappearing - slower than Falwasi thought it would do. She could see hinting of creamy blue sky dotted with dusty pink clouds pressed on the thick layer of warmth and the saffron glow, which would abandon the two wolves soon and declare nightfall.

The competitive wolf couldn't help but think of what the outcome of their precedent encounter would have been - would the robust male have won the fight? Or would the agile she-wolf have overcome him with her rapidity? Although it picked some interest, Falwasi was glad the fight hadn't actually happened, no matter who would have come out the victor; some risks weren't worth taking.