Swiftcurrent Creek rise to the occasion

Both replies from Scimitar and Kaskara surprised the hunter. They did not scold her, or cut her off, or shoot her down for her overtly cutting words towards Paarthurnax. Falwasi glanced at the duo-colored wolfess before speaking again; she sat hunched, with her eyes dropped to her paws. Would she be the reason for the pack's relocation? Falwasi knew many of the wolves would be reluctant to move. Dovev, Star, Galileo... But the mountain wolf felt more and more confined every time an event within Swiftcurrent Creek occurred. The looming shadows of their neighbouring packs only seemed to grow, to feed off the Creek like a tiger stalking their prey.

"What good can a healer do for 12 dead wolves?," she asked again, reverting her gaze to the siblings once again. Her voice different to before; it was still loud, but quieter. Softer. Almost, but only almost, like a plea for help. No, she did not agree. No, she did not see the benefits. If Paarthurnax had come to a pack that were as good as dead because she wanted to protect her children from the upraising in the Bypass, she made a bad choice. Once Shadow got through them, he would no doubt take the desert wolf back with him.