Following the exile of Ferdie von Pelt and Jace, Tuwawi had retreated into the darkness of her den and the shade of her burrow's glen, hiding from prying eyes as if to avoid those that had cast her brothers out, and attempt to wrap her mind around her own feelings for her pack mates. Fox had been rational... black and white as always. Even though Tuwawi's opinion of her decision was not well, she could respect the call her leader had made even if she struggeled to abide by it. But what had been most concering was the tainted hate dwelling within her beta's eyes. Bazi was a different woman than when the two had met beneath the crabapple tree... and it concerned the to-be mother.

Njal was a good husband and visited her often, delivering food and supplis for the den. Not once did his ember explain her soured mood... but there was understanding in his liquid eyes which transcended words. Day by day her stomach swelled... and soon their children's movements could be felt within her womb. They were hearty children, and made the petite Tuwawi look quite disproportioned in her hippoed state. Strength and resilience had always been a characteristic of the summer born she-wolf, but now... in this late term... she appeared quite unsuited for such a burdened load. Whatever fear or anxiety about the delivery mumbled in the background of her conscious was no match for the pride and love she felt for the budding Sveijarn family.

Today was glorious. The heat had quelled and a brisk zephyr wove through the smaller copses of trees that dotted Swiftcurrent. Large clouds smeared the sky, shrouding the sun now and again, and provided a cooling shade amongst the valleys. Feeling restless and uncomfortable, Tuwawi emerged from her burrow, not without struggle, and began a slow walk around the heart of their territory to reflect on her future, past, and present.

Tuwawi's heavy belly sagged low in her abdomen, a sure sign of the children's impending birth, and her hair was sparse around the typically sandy ventral region, offering a rose pink blush to her skin. It was late in the birthing season - already summer was upon Swiftcurrent - but there was no doubt in her mind that Njal's offspring would be winterborn... strong, sturdy, and limitless like their sire. The platnium father-to-be was away on a scouting patrol to Sunspire with a few others; Tuwawi knew only that much. It was futile to will him to say... never before had the northern's wife been able to craft words strong enough to tame the protective mountain. She could only empathize, kiss him, watch as he embarked on this expedition, and wished for the group's safe return.

No other's had visited during Tuwawi's absence - perhaps for the best - and so she abruptly stopped when a flash of red caught her silver eyes. Fox stood in the distance; placid, but clearly allowing her friend to approach in her own time. At first, Tuwawi looked away, still gutted by the fact that Fox had so easily tossed out her own. However her intent has been pure... protect her subordinates... protect the pack's longevity... and protect the new family about to be born within their realm. What was done had been done, and now was no time to shun the only support, the only family, Tuwawi knew. With a defeatist sigh, she slowly approached her vermillion leader and roughly bumped Fox's shoulder with her tawny crown to carefully restitch the bonds between them.

If Tuwawi had not been so close to giving birth stubbornness would have allowed the grudge to fester, further limiting contact with her brothers in arms. Perhaps it was her condition, or perhaps it was wisdom that often accompanied age which allowed the ember to pacify her conscious and approach the stalwart alpha. She was happy to see Fox's reaction was genial, and Tuwawi felt a warmth in heart she had not noticed went missing. The affection of her pack-sister was enough of a reminder, and her own sooty tail swung low from side to side to reciprocate her feelings.

The mother was careful how she moved, not wanting to inadvertently jostle her precious cargo. Even now, in the last few days of her pregnancy, Tuwawi remained unaccustomed to the new shape she had acquired. Gingerly she nibbled at Fox's red mane, and listened to the soft voice of her superior. 'Tuwawi, you look as if you’re about to burst at the seams,' her alpha said in an uncharacteristically gentle voice. Tuwawi was happy to find they were able to step right where they left off despite the harsh and critical words shared at the meeting.

She laughed, "feels like it too!" The skin round her abdomen was stretched tight, and prohibited comfort in any position. Her initial cheer faded, and a more serious look overtook the gamma's features. "It won't be long now," she said, "I'm excited... but afraid." It was easy to be candid with Fox, and Tuwawi didn't feel the need to hide her feelings, especially now that they were alone. She sighed, and dipped into a laying position, rolling onto her side in an effort to give her joints a rest.