Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

Falwasi agreed internally that his sister would not be opposed to the idea. Although the creek was a treasure to them all, she of all wolves would understand the need for departure, and she would be behind Scimitar and the wolves every step of the way.

There was question to Scimitar's voice, and the honeyed creature knew none other than to nod. It seemed like a good idea, and although it was weak in some areas it was the best they could do. At the mention of Dovev, the warrior frowned slightly, displeased. After all, she'd hoped he would have at least mentioned some sort of departure, considering they'd shared some shallow but personal moments. Falwasi was more pissed than sad, even though she was a little bit. It felt like betrayal; he stole her secrets and stabbed her in the back.

She took a step forward and touched her nose to the burly male's cheek, evading the uncertainty from before. "And you should tell Kaskara," Falwasi whispered as she pulled away, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. It would be pretty damn hard to sleep, for now she had plenty of things for her brain to crunch through. "Goodnight, Scimitar," she said anyway, walking away from him as she commenced to scout a suitable oak to spend the night.