Otter Creek Uncloudy day

Falwasi stared for a few seconds before giving in to his teasing demeanour and granting him her response with a brief smile. "We all have a little curiosity in us," she said, one brow barely raised in not a teasing manner, but a somewhat demanding, somewhat questioning one. She wondered whether he would agree with what she said, however it was not in her intentions to persuade him to do so. "Though I guess that could be debated," she said seconds later.

She for one, was curious sometimes, spontaneous in her own way. She had never thought of labelling the Creek wolves as one, but more so as individuals. Curiosity belonged to Star, perhaps even Scimitar, however his curiosity was likened to Falwasi's; it lived in their minds, and not in their mouths.

"What makes you think I'm curious?," the lissome she-wolf asked, contradicting her personality on a whim, expression placid and unrevealing of her ambiguous thoughts. Surely something about her struck out to him that she was curious, otherwise he would not have used the cited adjective. Perhaps it was the same 'travel-worn sense' Mordecai had seen in her, and suddenly, Falwasi began to wonder whether she more lucid than she thought she was.