Swiftcurrent Creek not a miracle in years

"Will you stay?" Njal asked, lavishly unfiltered accent rolling off his tongue. Naturally, the answer was already clear. No amount of anything could cause Tuwawi's love, loyalty, or feelings to waver. Finally they were together despite hundred of miles and what felt like a lifetime. From the Seahawk valley, to the Quinaults of Chinook, and between the vast regions of Relic Lore, they had come together once again... as if it was designed. No longer would their feet feel tired, or hearts heavy... for they would shelter each other through the days driven by a bond that ran as deep as blood. Tuwawi reflected Njal's stoic strength in her quicksilver gaze, and together they would craft a life wrought from the very time that always tore them apart. "Always," she responded, admiring his conviction.

Tuwawi carefully preened the downy fur nearest his ears before removing herself from his embrace once again. She shook her body, hairs settling in their untamed places, and took the opportunity to observe her mate with open eyes. She smiled, chest swelling with a pride that felt like fire as her red tail lashed, ready to take on the storm. Together, they would do great things.

"You live here now, in Swiftcurrent?" she asked to confirm, "Would they have room for one more?" Her tongue rolled over her chops, hungry for the new adventure that awaited.