Swiftcurrent Creek To Where from Here

With the den's expansion nearing completion, and a successful morning kill in her belly, Tuwawi felt it a good time to re-assume her patrol along Swiftcurrent's borders. Fox and her wolves had done well to mark their territory, its perimeter clearly defined between their land and everybody else's. Strong personalities in the group made for an interesting cocktail, but it assured supreme diligence when it came to defending their stake in Teekon. Tuwawi was no different. She was hungry to make herself known to her pack mates, and make certain her position within their hierarchy. Although a competitive nature drove her to rise higher, Tuwawi knew it would be better to assume a less confrontational role, and settle for a place other's would not envy. Certain... plans... caused her to reconcile, and it made her content.

She rubbed her body against an aging maple to leave her own perfume. Its brittle bark pulled a few hairs for good measure. Tuwawi continued on the worn path other sentries had taken. Her gait was brisk, but when a figure came into view she broke into a purposeful gallop. Scarlet ears pitched themselves forward while a stormy gaze traced the stranger's silhouette. It was androgynous at first — rather large with a well constructed figure — but the gentle curves on its face revealed themselves to be unmistakably feminine. Tuwawi's tongue rolled over her chops as she slowed into a lofty trot, head erect and banner flying. This creature was a patient one, and Tuwawi addresses her in a fair tone. "What is your business with Swiftcurrent?" she asked directly, without being stern.