Swiftcurrent Creek Elysium

Tuwawi could feel her chest clench out of joy when Njal made his promise. How could the desire to be with someone be so strong as to cause actual biological pain? She smiled, a soft gaze resting upon her husband brimming with trust, and the knowledge that he would stand by his word. He always had. Njal plucked at her red mane affectionately before turning away to guide her deeper into Swiftcurrent. Tuwawi followed close, now, shoulder pressed against his hip as they descended into the winter clad territory, both now apart of the Swiftcurrent Creek pack.

Exit.