Northstar Vale Able

Tuwawi had found nothing in the South. Not purpose nor the wolf the aging matron sought so tenaciously. So, with a twisted paw, she meandered back through Teekon towards Duskfire. By the time she reached the pass, the red woman was practically lame on her feet and exhausted from the last leg of her trip. The Sveijarn knew winter would not be kind to a lone traveler -- especially one nearing her sixth year -- and so when the scent of a neaby pack dawned upon her, Tuwawi could not help but saunter closer.

She licked her tattered lips thoughtfully the odor became more pungent and then waited to be found by the wolves who called this place home.