Swiftcurrent Creek rise to the occasion

[size=x-small]Sorry for the late post :([/size]

At the distant sound of his call, Falwasi cursed herself for being away from the Creek. She was going to be later than most, she predicted, so she cut the faff and ran off into the direction of the Creek. Precise location was to be sussed out nearer to their territory.

The lanky woman took great strides, hoping not to arrive too late. She bounded through the white snow, feeling the frost covered grass beneath the sheet. She was well fed from the Glacier, but the full stomach was thinning away. But with Star's hunt on the go and their fortunate weekly hunt, maybe the catches were to fill up again. Maybe the Creek was beginning to grow out of their unsuccessful streak, much like spring growing from winter.

Falwasi arrived just in time to hear half of Scimitar's speech, concerning the subject of Shadow and Paarthurnax. Her mood quickly plummeted at the subject of not only the silver Roman, but of his beloved too.

"I apologise for my... delay," she started reluctantly, dipping her head towards her Alpha, and giving a genuine look to her pack mates. But she didn't sit down. "Why should we risk our damn lives for a wolf who has brought, wouldn't you know it, more drama to the Creek?," Falwasi said, apathy strongly coloring her tone as she slanted her eyes without gesturing towards Paarthurnax. He would know she was talking of the former Bypassian. "Scimitar; you and every other Creek wolf know we haven't had the greatest luck hunting lately. And if this were to escalate into battle... we would be lucky to come out alive, let alone vanquish," Falwasi finished in a milder voice, but with a shake of her head.

Then she sat down.