Swiftcurrent Creek Clairvoyence

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At first, the earth turned easily beneath Tuwawi's paws. Lightly packed decaying autumn leaves still layered the ground under the melting snow, intermingled with the old burrows of small animals and their old acorn caches. However, soon the dirt became hardened from the frost as well as layered with the mangled roots of trees. Her work became strenuous, and it wasn't long before the Eta's paws ached from moving dirt. She had made some progress... but there was much left to be done.

So absorbed was she, that Tuwawi did not hear or smell the approach of the swarthy newcomer until he began to fervently itch at his pelt. The noise surprised the red crested woman, and caused her head to pop up from her shallow burrow, dusted with streaks of umber sand. At first, she was put on the defensive - his presence catching her off guard - but she began to slowly realize he minded her no heed. Tuwawi cocked her head, somewhat unamused by his aloofness. She approached, already slightly off put that someone mingled at her den site so soon after she had discovered it. "What are you doing? Trying to make yourself bleed?" the small woman chided as the stranger finished satisfying his itch. Tuwawi moved closer into his personal space with a steely gaze and a posture that reflected her higher rank. The man's scent was only faintly Swiftcurrent, and she became suspicious of his purpose - reflected in the narrowing of her almond eyes. "Mm, what it your name?" she asked as her vision traced his ragged and unkempt features.