Swiftcurrent Creek Walk with me for a little while

Falwasi smiled inwardly as the male dropped his nose, with compliance on pigeon as their choice of meal. She'd heard hunting pigeon was traditionally a southern wolf choice of prey, but that didn't stop her from doing the same. Copying was a sign of flattery, wasn't it?

Closing her almond eyes in concentration, she tried to detect the nearest flock. There. Opening her eyes, she looked at Kieran, "The nearest flock is over there," Falwasi said, following the scent in the direction of a small but full gathering of trees, surrounded by a few others sparsely distributed from each other.

She moved quickly but carefully, her steps failing to make any sound in the crunchy winter grass. These times reminded her of her father, Balen and her mother, Wastalgia. They had taught Falwasi and her brother to hunt. Both siblings had admired their parents so much; they were such friendly people, excellent at hunting, and undoubtedly astute and wise. However, they weren't perfect. No one was, and everyone had secrets they wished to hide.