Swiftcurrent Creek rise to the occasion

“Let’s not be so quick to assume Noctisardor Bypass is any stronger than we are,” he spoke, his tone quiet now, though not loud enough to reach everyone. Falwasi’s downtrodden spirits was something he had yet to see in the graceful warrior, and his eyes strayed upon her in mild worry. She held many good points – and the lack of food was certainly a concern, as was the simple fact they did not know much about their potential rival pack. But they had Paartthurnax, and she could certainly offer the Creek insight to those that had been there during her time.. and the numbers of them.

Giving a small nod – it would seem the general consensus was to not turn away the crimson female, and with this, he stood. It would do no good to continue to fester – either Paarthurnax or Falwasi would be put on the spot, and he would not have it. “So let us not sit idle. Patrol the borders and let’s try to stock the caches. Even with the Bypass wolves, we have a soon to-be mother who will need the nourishment if we expect healthy puppies to be born."

His eyes drifted to those before him, before finalizing this with a nod -- dismissed. The meeting had come to an end, and the cinnamon male was sure he would stumble upon Falwasi soon enough – and perhaps seek to find out what truly ailed her, or what he could do to convince her otherwise.

Taking his own words to heart, the large Frostfur tipped his muzzle, giving his sister a gentle nudge to her cheek before making his way to the borders – if he was lucky, on the way, he would find small game he could hunt on his own.