Swiftcurrent Creek today's supernatural

A feeling of shared camaraderie was fleeting; smothered when Jinx confirmed her ancestry. Beneath a demure mask of interest and good etiquette stood a woman scorned by the white wolf's kin, seething like a wild viper. The unsolicited animosity towards the Mambo flowed liberally, accompanied by a sort of pity for a creature stitched and designed for unholy worship by the Kesuks... blood bathers and war mongers who thought everyone an enemy. Wolves who pleaded fealty to invented ursine gods and wished death upon those they hexed. A bloodline so deep in sin, that surely they would never be able to dredge themselves from it.

There was no shortage to Tuwawi's volatile opinions; crafted by her time in Tartok with Siku at the crux. The mountain wolves shared a sort of hive mind — feeding off one another as if they had grown to be a single dark beast. It was known that wolves of the Bay were marked enemies... and this one had seemed to stray too far from her ocean.

Tuwawi's masked face tipped upwards ever so slightly as a knowing look dared to reveal her sentiments. "Jinx Kesuk. Mambo of Shearwater?" The redheaded woman queried, correcting her appearance, "An interesting title... But what are you to Swiftcurrent?" If Jinx could have been inside Tuwawi's head she would have thought her asinine... but malice and pride were deep-rooted, and brewed its own unique poison. "Surely its guardian... you almost bowled me over," she laughed, offering a small wag of her cowlicked umber tail.

Tuwawi stood at a crossroad. She had promised fealty to Fox in order to prove her worth... in order to craft a life for herself and her husband, Njal. And what of their future family? The young they had planned to raise together? The fact that they now shared a home with a cult-like wolf of the sea offered no peace of mind to the Eta — but for a moment Tuwawi's conscious wavered. Jinx had done nothing (yet) to invite such virile feelings and, whether she liked it or not, they were sisters under Swiftcurrent's eye. Bound to the same responsibilities of pack protection. Tuwawi was a woman who was lawful at heart... but could she say the same for Jinx?

The only thing left to do was internalize her feelings and contain her misgivings. Once again, Tuwawi moved closer to inspect Swiftcurrent's gamma, as wolves often did. She moved down Jinx's side in a circular pattern, her nose tracing the scents on her hair along the way. A few scars nestled themselves away, blanketed beneath snowy fur — but it wasn't until Tuwawi reached her midsection that she stopped. "Oh," she uttered in a quiet surprise. The gentle bowing of Jinx's abdomen was unmistakable.