Mount Apikuni heaven calling

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The perimeter of Swiftcurrent felt like the only safe place as she patrolled alone with a certain lackluster posture, all the while purposefully omitting the heart of the territory to prevent further conflict. Her reception had been met with brazen disdain by more than one pack member, and Tuwawi felt it in her best interest to not cause more waves among the group. Biding her time would be the smartest strategy -- appease her superiors for now and fold to their whims to avoid being cast out or exiled. Njal had threatened with his dismissal, but even then their position was quaky. It would be wiser to appear humble like a small ember or glowing coal, and catch fire when the moment was right.

She rubbed an umber cheek against a pine to acquire its aromatic perfume, but was interrupted by a bellowing howl. The enigmatic voice boomed, laced with hissing undertones. It was both a summoning and an announcement, and although the firey Kappa was loathe to purposefully seek out the irate Fox, she would do so out of obligation. Swiftcurrent was her home now, despite its unsavory inhabitants, and her duty was to protect it.

Her strides were short, but they carried the red dressed woman across the rocky terrain with unmatched swiftness. A jagged outcropping of stone provided good cover when Tuwawi approached the Western border, the scorched Mount Apikuni visible beneath a thin veil of mist in the distance. As she crested the bouldered hill four wolves, waiting at the treeline, came into view. Her ears cupped forward to listen inquisitively. The distance and height of her position offered a good place to act as a lookout, observing the vagabonds with a discerning steely gaze. They appeared to be in good health, but two of the group seemed unusually large and well fed which presented a threatening facade. Tuwawi's muzzle twisted while she attempted to understand their purpose with a shrewd eye, until the golden alpha emerged from her hiding place with an inflated swagger.

Their voices were faint at this distance but Fox made no secret of her agenda when she addressed the group with a brassy tone. Without question she ordered them out, nipping any parlé before it could bloom, and threatened them with the hounds of Swiftcurrent. Tuwawi took some small pleasure watching her squirm before the four horsemen, finding the composition metaphorical and schadenfreude irresistible.

Despite this, the rouge wolf revealed herself as a silhouette against the dusky sky. It would make her presence known before she descended to where Fox stood, providing needed backup albeit at a reasonable distance. It wasn't her place to participate in diplomatic exchanges (were these wolves even aware Neverwinter was no more?), and so Fox's Kappa remained silent yet vigilant as she inspected the features of those who had knocked on their doorstep, her posture open yet calculating, cool gaze falling on the eldest wolf of the strange posse.