Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

Scimitar touched her chamoisee cheek with his muzzle, to which the she-wolf flicked her copper eyes towards him once more. But soon, the warmth that once resided in her cheek was gone with the wind, and she was alone in the cold again.

He explained to Falwasi what he wanted, and why. She had never been around for the great Sunspire mishap, but she felt empathy for Scimitar and his reasons. The Bypass she had been around for, and she too felt like the walls were closing in. Fast.

Only as she was about to speak did she realise that her jaw was clenched. Did she not want to move? It wasn't like his answer had come to a shock. She was quiet for a long moment before she spoke, contemplating the situation. "It can work. You need to be persuasive." But even as she spoke the words, she knew it wouldn't be so easy. "If only it were so black and white," she murmured a second later, with a slight wrinkle of her brows.