Swiftcurrent Creek as the stars fall

Heaving out an unconcealed sigh of relief, Falwasi sat down as the Alpha stood up, clearly wincing as he did so. Well, she might have gone a little overboard. "Deer do the same," she answered to his sardonic, and maybe even snarky comment. It was true, she'd observed deer and moose make the same move. That was how she learned it.

Her answer was less of an apology and more of a defensive remark. Scimitar's comment made Falwasi want to laugh; in truth, she was half goat. Like she'd partially told Taltos, her name consisted of the word 'fallow', but also 'chamoisee', a soft color that not only belonged to her pelt, but to a Swiss goat too.

"Are you okay?" the grizzled she-wolf asked in a considerate voice, eyes showing a hint of concern as she lowered her head slightly, levelling her gaze with Scimitar's eyes. Falwasi was glad the cinnamon male was not obviously displeased with her, so she allowed herself to feel at least a little bit of guilt for her actions.