Swiftcurrent Creek Reflektor

Tuwawi's ancestry was foggy at best. Muddled childhood memories barely sustained images of her blood family and relatives, and she hadn't thought of them in quite a while. It caused her to wonder what to have a strong family felt like... a mother... and a father both present. Their breed was prone to early separation from the original familial unit, but that knowledge didn't prevent some small strife within her mind. Tuwawi's mother had been the sole guardian for half a year, until she left their den and didn't return. Her legacy lived on in two daughters, one fire-touched, and one the downy shades of a dewy morning. Their faces had become blurred in time, lost to the three year old, and Tuwawi doubted she would recognize them if they met again. It wasn't even certain they were alive... and even then, what pack had they belonged to? What did her father look like? Were they good people?

Sterntooth had acted as a substitute parent throughout Tuwawi's youth, raising her with Kindred's noble morals and druidistic worship of the sun and earth. It had been enough to sway the young girl to live a life in the light. The alpha had knighted her with the name Proudheart, which she took up with great dignity, shedding the old moniker of Fauve Maike like a molting snake. And again, her name changed per Siku's decision during her initiation into Tartok. However, never had the cogs clicked together as they did when Njal uttered Tuwawi Svejiarn and Njal Sveijarn.

Its meaning was profound — in more ways than one. They were not destined to take a surname from an ancestor, but rather create their own. A wave of exhilaration washed over Njal's molten wife as her smile grew twice in size. "I love it," she stated with all the conviction in the world. "Tuwawi Sveijarn... Njal Sveijan," she repeated as if to practice her pronunciation. For once, Njal's northern language came easily to her. Silver eyes traced the outline of her husband's face as his nose pressed into the nook of her cheek. "No name could be better." Already the names of their children began to swirl in Tuwawi's mind as her excitement heightened.

Barely able to contain herself, Tuwawi jumped to her feet in a brisk motion, gaze locked on their small burrow. Her body was caught between a mix of emotions ranging from passionate and maternal to busy and engaged, but they all shared the same trembling energy. Tuwawi leaned over to nibble at her husband granite crown and tug at an ear when she became too antsy to stand still. "There is a lot of work to be done," she said, but it was unclear if she was referring to the den or to their position in the pack, "but I know it will happen."