Swiftcurrent Creek it's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you

[size=x-small]Thanks for the thread <3[/size]

When Bazi turned away, quickly moving toward the desired Wapun Meadow, Falwasi wondered whether the she-wolf was actually going to do any hunting. She thought yes; as far as she could tell, the arctic was a young, carefree creature, who lived in the present. The past meant nothing to her. Maybe she was wrong, and she didn't know Bazi well enough to judge, but her current view of the girl was the mentioned, and perhaps a more unattractive one. And Falwasi was sure the feeling was mutual.

As she turned away, abandoning the small-scale forest, the timber wolf was overcome by the small wave of nausea that had been building up inside her throughout the conversation. It had made her sick, and now even more so that Bazi caused this.

With a defeated groan, Falwasi let herself deflate against a nearby boulder, leaning against it and using its solidity for support. She began to leave the afternoon, exhaustion and irritation weighing on her eyelids like the very boulder she was propped up against. And even though she was sure everything would feel better when she woke from the nap, Falwasi could only wish to be as steady as the rock.