Otatso Wetlands Turn the sound of defeat into your battle cry

The creamy hued wolf had taken no notice to Falwasi's mistake, and Falwasi was somewhat relieved, somewhat indifferent about it. "That's the reason why I came to the Creek," the mottled wolf replied without returning Danica's chuckle, though this was a statement she convinced herself was true... But only a marginal amount of it was. Swiftcurrent Creek had been full of drama, more than she had expected.

Falwasi nodded quietly as the she-wolf ran through the main keys of the Glacier — isolation and ice. The independent wolf had been prepping for her trip North; she was fully prepared except her coat, which hadn't grown that much.

"I am actually heading up there in a week's time with Kaskara, another member of the Creek," Falwasi said, speaking up a little. "Maybe I'll see you there?" she added with a small tilt of her head and her eyebrows raised. Unless the female chose to stick around the central part of the Wilds for a little while, she was sure she would see Danica there. If she didn't... well, Falwasi had always been a slightly apathetic wolf when it came to chit-chat.