Swiftcurrent Creek Walk with me for a little while

It was nearly dawn, the perfect time for a wolf to hunt. The birds were still asleep, holding back their song for the new day, but the hares and deer should be awake like Falwasi, except they would be socialising. The wolfess would be killing.

As she neared closer to the Emberwood after having strolled alongside of the creek, Falwasi caught a whiff of her travel companion to the Glacier, Kieran. Abandoning her mission for pleasantries, the lissome she-wolf moved towards the figure that shook the snow off his back. Falwasi herself could not help but ignore the delicate and intricate droplets of frozen ice that sat atop her back, and she did not mind the snow joining her on her journey.

"Kieran," she greeted as she approached him, giving the swarthy male's cheek a gentle nudge. He seemed to have just woken up, but like Falwasi, he was prepared to hunt. And with the growing success of the Creek's hunts, they could actually have fun.