Swiftcurrent Creek a smooth sea never made a skillful sailor

His muzzle tipped downward at her comment, though he spoke nothing more. The honeyed female turned then, stealing away in to the night once more. His own thoughts tumbled with one another -- his desire to simply drop everything and just leave was far too tempting.. The Creek wolves could go wherever the horizon led them.

Except they had the pups to think about, and they needed a plan, rather than a reckless cause. As Falwasi disappeared from view, the cinnamon wolf would turn also, striding away in to the night and back once more to the area he had laid before. Sleep would not find him.. but his mind was oddly at peace, knowing that one of their warriors was more than accepting of the idea of starting fresh.