Swiftcurrent Creek Elysium

Turmoil boiled over as Njal and Fox continued their heated exchange. Her husband remained unfazed by the dusty alpha's noxious words, and Tuwawi felt her chest squeeze when he gave the final offer. Remorse was a distant sentiment, and the red woman relished in his unwavering loyalty. This was a secret emotion, however, and she looked to Fox with cooled eyes, waiting for the decision from the yearling alpha while diverting her eyes to a far off sequoia.

She spoke of the pack, and it spurred memories of Tartok... Siku... now there was a wolf who was born to lead: the ebony beast of Seahawk's mountains. Benevolent yet firm, savage yet tamed... the complete opposite of the young wolf who pitched a tantrum before them... who justified a violent assault on her own for bringing his family to the pack. Fox lacked tact, displayed thus far by her absence of eloquence and affinity for verbally assaulting her underlings. Tuwawi looked to her with a leering gaze, convinced of the Swiftucurrent alpha's ineptitude, but all the while remaining silent and unassuming.

As Njal's threat sank in, and Fox's piece was said, the alpha mumbled a curt, “she is welcome,” ('welcomed'... really?) under her breath before turning tail in a huff to attend to other responsibilities. A few moments passed and Tuwawi exhaled, defusing from the tense encounter. She habitually shook herself to help distress as her tongue slid across her inky nose, eyes on Njal with a "what the fuck was that about," expression. She sidled over to him, neck cresting across his broad chin, and glanced to the empty wood of Swiftcurrent in winter.