Swiftcurrent Creek Last Ride of the Day

The oil pelted wolf asked her another question that took her by surprise. Falwasi would have to get used to his startling inquiries. She looked at Luka, a genuine expression across her face, hinted with a cutthroat one, "I do what I have to do." The hunter said. It was true, she would fight when she had to fight, and when she did she would try with every last inch of her mind, body and soul to win. She wasn't emotional, or hormonal, but when provoked her feelings were hightened, and nothing would get in her way.

"Do you consider yourself a good healer?" Falwasi countered, her tone warmer than before. She tended to dim the mood, and she knew it wasn't appealing to other wolves, so she made an effort to lighten it. The independent she-wolf didn't like being medicated by other wolves, being a kind of hands-on girl herself, but were she to entrust a healer she would willingly allow herself to be treated.