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A small glimmer lit up Tuwawi's eyes when Bones mentioned she had never been included in a pack hunt. Hunting was something of a specialty for the ruddy plains-raised she wolf, and even though the passion to teach, like Njal had, did not resound within her, she felt inspired to show the ashen girl how to use her fangs to fell more suitable prey. She hoped to one day act as a quartermaster for Swiftcurrent; to use the keen navigation skills acquired in Tartok to manage the forest's prey and maintain their caches. There were already many mouths to feed here, even though many within their ranks were able hunters in their own rights.

"Then we will have to hunt!" she exclaimed, perhaps a bit overzealous. The thought of training a pupil in her own art was exciting. If Bones was quick enough to kill a serpent, then surely she would have the innate ability to be a very successful hunter of larger fair. "Perhaps tomorrow we should try, hmm? I can teach you how," Tuwawi offered before laughing as Bones flopped onto the ground, her supine figure demonstrating her hardiness. "If it suits you," Tuwawi said with a warm tone, thinking that she definitely preferred the cover of a den. Too many nights were spent alone outside, and to have a home marked an important milestone within her own life. "I should let you rest, then," Tuwawi offered, attitude mellow. She rose and turned as if to leave, but hesitated. "You don't need me to stay... do you?" Tuwawi put the offer on the table, wondering if the child felt any sting of loneliness, not willing to leave if she wanted company for the night.