Swiftcurrent Creek today's supernatural

Sterling eyes traced the alabaster woman's face as it neutralized, visibly appeased by Tuwawi's passivity. Her posture remained submissive, although she felt permitted to stand a little straighter after divulging her identity as Swiftcurrent to the Gamma. The red crested woman fell into the greeting rituals of their breed and reached out her muzzle to graze Jinx's pearly shoulder, breathing in her aroma to file it away in her mind; smells always resounded more than images in the long run. The wild traditions of their kind were no stranger to the kappa, having lived under Siku's regime in Seahawk. It was refreshing to find a wolf so fluent... unlike a few particular encounters Tuwawi had experienced earlier.

Jinx parroted her name with an inquisitive expression, which made Tuwawi raise a brow in an attempt to understand. "It means quick in my mother's tongue. How did you come by this name?" the pale she-wolf asked. A singular red lobe twisted as the question stewed in her mind... a question that perhaps was more momentous than she realized.

Tuwawi only knew of one family who spoke the Northern language: the Kesuks; a family which had many long and gnarled branches growing in opposite directions. There were those loyal to Nanuq, who was Warchief of Shearwater Bay and host to the religion of bear 'gods' and supposed 'dark magic' of every sort. On the other hand was Siku of Tartok, Nanuq's inky sister convicted of her brother-in-law's supposed murder. Now, Tuwawi stood at a crossroad... and suddenly she realized her answer's potential impact, for she pleaded fealty exclusively to Siku and shared her disdain for the wolves of the Bay and their teachings. She had met Nanuq on one account, and her followers, on many others through their alliance with Sterntooth's Kindred, and remembered a time when all of the Valley had turned on the swarthy daughter... chasing her and her ilk into the mist ridden mountains of the South. However the question still stood... was this wolf a daughter of the Bay or was she a sister to Tartok? Was she even a Kesuk at all? Not enough facts presented themselves for Tuwawi to make a solid assessment, and so she would have to tread carefully.

Her inky gaze slunk down the Gamma's body, feeling Jinx's hot eyes on her. The woman was of impressive stature, veiled behind lavish hair. "Mm, not by birth," Tuwawi answered honestly, shifting her weight from one side to another. She didn't know a lick of the foreign language. "It was given to me... as a gift," her sentences became drawn out, but she let a small laugh escape, "or perhaps out of pity. I was once apart of a different pack and went by Proudheart, but it was washed away in a flood." A small frown creased her creatures and stretched the blistered scar on her muzzle. "And before that, a different name. It was never my intention to own so many identities. And you? What is your name?" she offered a wry smile as she spoke, hoping to have steered the conversation in a direction away to avoid revealing her association to Tartok. However, it would depend on how insistent this woman was. Tuwawi was not skilled in the arts of deception, but she had mastered the ability to remain enigmatic to those she did not choose to keep close. However, perhaps some spark would ignite between the two, and forge them closer rather than apart.