Swiftcurrent Creek Reflektor

When no voice returned her call, Tuwawi waited. Her lids fluttered wearily as she curled up inside the virgin den, fair chin pressed into the newly broken ground. Only now did it occur that the home might not be big enough for the both of them. Tuwawi was accustomed to only accommodating one in temporary bramble patches, and thus she was far from being the ideal architect. However, there was a certain charm in the walls that she had crafted, smooth and strong under a scrupulous eye.

Sleep had not yet claimed the tired woman when Njal arrived. At first, only his alpine scent indicated his approach, but it was enough to breath new life into his industrious spouse. Tuwawi's face lit up at the first glimpse of his motley granite hair and she gazed, glowing with vim (albeit very dirty). "Proudheart," his low, familiar voice said in an easy tone as his broad muzzle burrowed into the den. Kindred's pseudonyms were still honored in confidence, perhaps to relish the memories they shared. "Palestrike," Tuwawi echoed as she stirred, reaching out with frayed whiskers to tickle his nose, followed by an affectionate lick to his dark lip line.

She emerged as small clumps of dirt rolled off her back like water. Only a small shake was needed to send clouds of dust pillowing from her pelt. The den... would need some breaking in. Her brow creased apologetically, a lopsided smile on her face. "Hope you don't mind that I got started. This spot just felt right." Tuwawi did not share her mate's guilt, but was empowered by her independence... although a little sheepish considering she might have jumped the gun. "What do you think?" she asked as she bottled her impatience, eager for Njal's feedback.