Swiftcurrent Creek To Where from Here

Tuwwi had yet to settle on exactly what kind of pack Swiftcurrent would become. It felt quite young and malleable, like hot lava before turning into harden stone... or perhaps the wild and untamed creek for which it was named. The characters here were a rainbow of personalities, but it seemed this pack would be the sort that took what it needed and remained self sufficient with little or no allies to name. It would be interesting to see what path Fox and her followers would carve for themselves, if not a reputation of being swift-minded and rainless.

It was these same creatures she thought of as the Vale woman sought out her spouse. Tuwawi trusted Njal's senses and opinions, and although she did not wish to interfere with his agenda, she did not want to see him berated by Fox for associating himself with a wolf not of their pack. "My name is Tuwawi... I am Njal's wife," she responded, although the presentation of her name and relation had been unasked for. It was offered for a few reasons: to show she had no intention to undermine the wolf Xi'nuata sought, and to offer a shared connection between them. 'Is Njal… busy, at the moment?' Xi'nuata asked with an ounce of hesitation laced in her eager question. "It depends...," Tuwawi replied with a downward tip of her jaw, "on the purpose of your engagement." She did not want to admit it outright, but she knew to howl for her husband for a purpose other than strictly pack business would be unwise. To overstep Fox's carefully devised rules would keep them in the dark of their alpha's attentions.

She shifted her weight casually, as if not to appear too interrogative, but maintained the posture of a warden. In the distance Mount Apikuni stood as a gatekeeper between the Vale and the Creek, shrouded in mist like a sleeping giant. An unusual omen.