Wapun Meadow Tear It Out Neatly, You Savage

Falwasi looked away into the distance with dismissive eyes when the sable brother called her beautiful. Luka, wherever the charcoal wolf had gone, had complemented her as such, and the hot-tempered female was somewhat ruffled about it. But she was learning to accept complements — or at least control herself when they were granted to her, and though she ignored them, she knew they were there.

The male’s name was Saber, and this was the first time she was given the knowledge of Scimitar's surname. Frostfur. Scimitar Frostfur. Saber Frostfur. It seemed to fit well.

The cream flushed female returned her gaze to Saber when she noticed a question being asked. He needed help with something; funnily enough that had been the reason Falwasi had come towards him in the first place. "Would that slight turn of events be hunting?," she asked, warm eyes lighting up as the possibility to play her game came up.