Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

His reminder sparked the memory to revive in her mind, the feeling of tension as her pack-mates around her rebelled against the mere thought of relocating. Falwasi had been reluctant, yes, but they had nothing to run from. Now it seemed as if the Creek had no other option.

"I didn't know what to think, Scimitar," she hissed, not in an unfriendly manner, but rather urgently, as if excusing herself from any previous thoughts. The slight-framed wolf knew well that her leader was aware of the difference now — the Bypass. And although this factor could have increased in the fretting scale, the threat had always been there before the pups' existence.

Falwasi remained calm in her posture despite the creeping chill that ran down her spine from the burly male's ominous words as she explored the thought of going at war with their neighbours, her gaze dropped to her paws in thought. "And we don't know their lands well," she replied, exhaling a defeated sigh whilst she looked up again at Scimitar. "It's your call."

She was about to speak again, to spill her guts and try and explain that they would not know if they were going to move forward until they made a decision, and that either decision they made, they would move on somehow. As a pack or as individuals, she did not know. But she kept silent, her mind telling her not to speak, because she was already getting dizzy from all the brain rattling.