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

Last Creek post *weeps*

And with the return of a smile, Falwasi began the short descent to creek level, trotting down with her balance on her haunches — even though the hills weren't steep, there was still a chance of an occurrence of Falwasi-the-wolf-avalanche.

The friends reached the base of the hill, the grass tickling beneath their toes and the essence of freshness filling their nostrils. And, miraculously, a golden glow was cast upon the Wilds. The sun had indeed won its battle; it had broken through the clouds, causing the Creek wolf to peer through the waters in hope that prey was plentiful. It was.