Frostfire Ridge half a life to rewrite

The ember's first few days upon the ridge had gone well. After Tyrr had given her the tour, Tuwawi struck out on her own to explore the taiga's land, starting from the territory's precipice and winding back into its center. She liked it, especially since some if its borders overlapped with the glacier's familiar alpine forests. She knew how to expertly traverse the northern expanse and made quick work of the trails. 

The sky began to brighten as she headed back towards Frostfire's heart. Dawn was quickly approaching — had she really been out all night? Weary, the red women sought out a resting place (as she had no den to call her own) but managed to stumble upon the roaming Tyrr, instead. His presence unmistakable even in the dim light. "Tyrr," she said to him with a muted voice — as if not to wake any other who might be slumbering near by — "Or should I call you Tezcacoatl?" she smiled, sidling next to him. "Why are you awake so early?"