Swiftcurrent Creek hell is as full as the devil's ego

To her relief, Kaskara did not prod on Falwasi's current wellbeing. If people thought something was wrong, she would soon believe it herself, and she had no desire for that. Her world would be a canvas of truth and assumptions, and the colors would be a hell of a lot difficult to differentiate.

At the mention of Star, the chamoisee wolf pricked her ears forward. She was glad to hear the mahogany female was doing good — truly good, despite the restlessness. However, she was sure that besides the desert-borne's arrival, the whereabouts of their little white friend was on the wolves' minds.

"Could she have possibly left because the Creek didn't suit her tastes anymore?" Even as she spoke the words, she knew it couldn't be true. But she knew better than to trust the better judgement. For all the five months they knew her, Star could have been a completely different wolf. Anything was possible.

After waiting for Kaskara's response, the tall female looked at her friend, a sparkle of disbelief in her eyes. "Dovev's gone, too," she said, devoid of emotion. They had been friends, close friends to their standards, and he left out of the blue. Anger stirred at the pit of her stomach at the thought. If he ever came back, or if she ever saw him again.. Falwasi's brain would turn to mush with all the words she cared to spill.