Swiftcurrent Creek rise to the occasion

Scimitar's quiet voice reached the elegant female's ears, and she assumed it had also to a few of the wolves surrounding her. She took a large breath, closing her eyes as she did so to calm herself. It was an assertion — they were stronger than the Creek. For now, at least.

Then the Alpha spoke again, ordering her pack mates and herself to keep an eye on the borders and stock the caches for Paarthurnax, for the sake of her children. Falwasi wished it could be so black and white, but alas it was not. Sure, patrolling could be organised easily. Hunts could hopefully be taken more seriously and strenuously, but the Bypass... Shadow and his Bypass were not of their manipulation. Should the sterling male chose to attack... Swiftcurrent Creek was a bed of roses.

Falwasi would not argue further; she knew better than to. She had voiced her opinion, and her pack mates had voiced theirs. For all she knew, the latter of them agreed, if not wanted, Paarthurnax to stay. The deer would just have to accept it, and move on. No matter what, she would protect the Creek, or die trying.

Then Scimitar left, nudging his sister's cheek as he made his way towards the borders. Falwasi's copper eyes trailed over the burly male for a few moments before he disappeared, then parted herself towards Wapun Meadow. She knew he was doing what he thought best for Swiftcurrent Creek, and she admired him for it. It took a lot of strength to not make decisions for your own selfish greed.

The mountain wolf splashed through the bitterly cold creek, ignoring the other wolves should they cast any glances towards her as the water sprayed her underside and relaxed her from any tension she had felt during the meeting. Tonight she would bed down under the stars, like she had so many times during her odyssey to Teekon Wilds.