Swiftcurrent Creek because answers exist only to questions

Falwasi smiled gingerly, "Could you tell me about the Creek and the Sunspire's relationship?" she asked politely, golden eyes blinking. She tilted her head slightly; the spry she-wolf knew she hadn't done anything wrong, but were she to have broken some unknown treaty, she would want to know. Standing at your enemy's border isn't exactly the smartest thing to do.

Maybe Summer would tell his Alpha though, who would inform Scimitar that his Creek wolves were failing to stray away from the Sunspire territory. And she would be the obvious suspect - to Galileo, anyways. He was the only one she was intending to tell, if she were even to do so, she reminded herself. Falwasi rolled her eyes in her mind at her immaturity; she was worried of what a wolf half her age were to do.

Falwasi waited patiently, preferring not to sit down. She was too tireless to sit, and too young, either. Of what she could remember of her parents, they would scold her as a pup for not sitting down when asked to. The tawny girl gulped secretly, and sat down as if her parents had requested her to. It was a sudden yet taciturn movement, and it must have looked odd to Galileo if he were to notice. She shuffled her paws to adjust her position, half because she needed to, half to mute the bumpy transition.