Rising Sun Valley these battle scars don't fade

She was relaxing in the snowy meadow who's flowers were now dead and the grass no longer willowy when she sniffed out someone. Someone unpleasant. It was Shadow.

Falwasi got up to her feet in the blink of an eye, standing on her thin legs. Her lips curled back and she loped off into the direction of the Bypass leader who just couldn't seem to leave the Creek wolves alone. She knew this was to happen, she knew it the moment Paarthurnax stepped foot into their territory and was deemed member of the pack. It only took so much time for the brute to pluck up the courage to get her back.

The golden hued wolf arrived at the border, seemingly a bit later than the other Creek wolves who shared the same knowledge of Shadow. Slowing to a walk, she stopped in line with Scimitar's flank, prepared for anything if something were to happen. Falwasi didn't bother looking at the wolves around her, but she could smell them, and she felt the security of them radiating around her.

With her gaze fixed on Shadow, she dropped the urge to growl or snarl, but the distaste on her features was intense and Falwasi made sure he wouldn't miss it.