Swiftcurrent Creek memories

She had been resting beside the Creek when she caught the familiar scent of one of her pack mates. Unfortunately, Falwasi did not know which, but there was no need for hostility or ignorance. Any wolf who was a member of her pack should be her friend, if not allies.

The velvet pelted wolf did not think any of her pack mates have had a decent meal in weeks. It seemed as if every living critter around their home had been driven away. There were few rabbits or deer around anymore, and Falwasi was convinced the number of fish in their beloved creek had been minimising, too.

Stretching her legs, she moved her slim face towards the source of the smell. She furrowed her brows; she could've sworn it was Bazi. Petite, thick white fur... but the thing that gave her away were her eyes. They were black, like the winter night sky. Definitely not Bazi.

Falwasi gave her a small bark, dipping her head, "You must be Star," she said, unsure of how she knew her name. She probably heard other wolves speaking, and well, the arctic creature did resemble a star. Blurred at the edges and dazzling white. "I'm Falwasi."