Swiftcurrent Creek Last Ride of the Day

She awaited for Luka to answer her question with a neutral attitude, so when he replied, she was neither deceived nor informed - the question had merely been a marginal spark of curiosity from her, and somewhat of a conversation filler. Falwasi could use more of those.

Somehow, her question had ignited some interest in her crony. "She was the Alphess of the Creek before she left us." Falwasi answered, hopping down memory lane with a wistful voice, "I thought maybe you knew her, because you know Scimitar." She finished. Her answer was a shout into the void, an epitomized version of it.

"Anywho," Falwasi begun with a shake of her plush cinnamon mane, "What made you want to join the Creek? Now, I mean." She asked reticently. If the two males were thick as thieves, what stopped the swarthy creature from joining sooner?