Swiftcurrent Creek To Where from Here

When Tuwawi's pace settled to a stop she was able to further inspect the outsider's features. Her first impression of size had been accurate — she was dwarfed by the honey colored woman, who might have easily weighed twice as much compared to Tuwawi's spry 80 pounds. Long, well rounded limbs sustained her unusual robustness and well-coupled trunk. Just as well, lean muscles spied beneath a thick winter pelt the color of dewy amber. Longer locks of umber hair curled at her crown only to descended into a lush frock painted bronze. Her eyes blended in with the rest; a soft wheat only slightly mismatched between each orb. The woman took care to keep her posture neutral but inviting.

'Good day,' The other's husky voice warbled. Her polite attitude was quite refreshing, 'My business is with Njal of the Creek. We have an engagement. Is he present?' An engagement? Tuwawi pondered this, wondering what sort of meeting he was due to have... and with a wolf not of the Creek. Fox would not like this at all.

Tuwawi's eyes narrowed slightly, as if to attempt to gain a better insight. She approached the other woman with her blistered muzzle outstretched, nostrils working to decode her scent. "You are of the Vale," she said aloud, realizing the aroma was familiar, "What is your name?"