Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

Her touch drew him from his reverie for a moment – his eyes blinking as they directed once more from the creek waters and to the honeyed creature before him. His own muzzle bent down, skimming to her cheek, should she allow it – a gentle sign of comradeship and appreciation. Falwasi was a steady pillar to the Creek, and he trusted her to speak her mind – proven at the previous meeting. She would not hold back on him should she feel he was being ridiculous in his own opinions.

“I want to move us away. Away from The Sunspire, where tensions might have settled, but the threat always lingers.. further from Noctisardor Bypass. The pack showed great resistance to this suggestion before – and now we have puppies we need to think of, who will be hard to move.”

And even more, he had no idea where he would move them to and in order to find out, he would need to scout out the lands in search of somewhere suitable – and he was loathe to leave his pack alone during these times.