Swiftcurrent Creek we want war · pack meeting

Before the pain could fade away even for just temporarily, Kaskara, followed by Nazi bounded towards the victims of the battle. A gasp that Falwasi could only just hear escaped the swarthy female as she reached the wolves. The mountain wolf looked at her friend and said: "I don't think so." I hope not.

Then came Bazooka, shrilly at the sight of her presumed other half. Falwasi suppressed a roll of her eyes; if the girl could not handle this, she did not try to be secretive about it. But the wounded female could not find it in her to cringe at the snowy girl. Even though when she'd returned they had resumed on the wrong foot, Falwasi could still remember a time when their friendship was growing.

"I'm staying here," a voice sounded to her right, silent and forced. At this, every emotion Falwasi had wound up so tight began to unravel. With a blind assortment of anger and annoyance, the chamoisee wolf lifted herself off the ground shakily, the pain across her body dulled by the things she wanted to say to that...

Steady on her legs, Falwasi took two confident steps towards the little white wolf and looked at her venomously. "That's not up to you," she said, her voice devoid of emotion and as blank as a page.