worlds apart

Tuwawi's movements were exact as she prowled parallel to the lake, her body aimed like a bullet en route to Swiftriver Current. She could interrogate some wolves there, and renew her search with more precision. Hopefully Newrinter's scent still clung to her pelt enough to feign political importance in order to gather intel. She would use it to her advantage, and depart again soon after.

Hunger dug into her sides - but it wasn't a craving for nourishment... no... it was an insatiable hunger for the silver man she saw on Greatwater. As the thought burned anew, the red woman broke into a run, dipping into the treeline as her course changed due North. No amount of snow or ice slowed her pace, the thrum of her paws on the frozen ground barely inhibited by the weather. She flew without resistance, eyes barely blinking as her jaw clenched tight. It was if she were about to pounce on prey, muscles coiling as she left the picturesque shore in her dust, unaware that there was a wolf downwind ready to intercept.