Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

For the one and only @Scimitar :)

Falwasi traipsed through Swiftcurrent territory under the vast ebony sky that was interrupted by only the tall coniferous hardwood. She sought out a place to rest, seeing as she hadn't claimed a permanent den to depend on every night. The gracing wolf often slept in dips between the roots of trees, mainly for the reason of comfort — sleeping in an open plain was ample, and increased the feeling of vulnerability.

Soon Falwasi came across a clearing, populated by some oak trees scattered around the area. She furrowed her brows at the familiarity of the location. She had crossed the clearing many times, but only one memory stuck out against the rest of them. This is where the warrior had sparred with her Alpha, resulting in him lying unconscious.

The aspiring wolfess had not spoken with Scimitar personally in over two months. It wasn't his fault; Falwasi had been in and out of Creek territory over the winter season, leaving little time for conversation. And it wasn't like there was nothing to converse about — there was plenty — but the female had taken the bridge over the sea of struggles. It could be seen as avoiding, but she was not. Falwasi had a clear view of the water and she sometimes took a chilling dive in it when needed.

Standing still in the centre of the clearing, the she-wolf let out a quiet, yet audible howl, calling for the regal. For whatever reason, catching up or conversing over Swiftcurrent Creek's latest drama, she did not yet know. What she did know, is that it was time to speak.