Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

Not long following Falwasi's howl, the wolf she had called for neared, the sound of paws colliding with the barbellate ground increasing in volume with every stride. "Falwasi," Scimitar greeted as he approached her, an unusually low sound that made the tawny woman believe she had woken him from a slumber. She regarded him with speculation, then, and decided to play her request out; he was awake now, so there was no point in him returning to his dormancy.

Falwasi hiccuped a half step forward, in order to give the Alpha a docile nudge, but stopped herself mid-stride, uncommitted. Instead, she swiftly dipped her variegated head towards the male, attempting to recover from her aberrant start.

"Nothing's wrong," she started, trying to spare Scimitar of any concerning thoughts he might or might not have had. Calling for him during the close of the day was perhaps not a fantastic idea, but Falwasi had performed her howl without thinking twice about the timing. She had not thought twice about parting ways with the Creek, either.

As she stood there, the chamoisee wolf wondered where their conversation might lead to. She didn't know what to say, as if everything that was happening around her blanked, the remembrance of the different cases slowly fading away the more she attempted to recollect them. She was growing nervous over the lack of speech, despite her prevailing enjoyment conversing in silence, but today she had been the one to call her leader, and now her words were nil.