Frostfire Ridge half a life to rewrite

Tyrr — always the humble man. Call him whatever she wanted? That was asking for trouble. Tuwawi jeered, toothy grin and impish look directed towards the crowned man. Though she smiled, Tuwawi couldn't help but assume her friend felt a bit lost when it came to his identity. She could emphasize, never having a strong sense of self. Many packs had influenced her behavior. Kindred. Tartok. Swiftcurrent. Duskfire. It was a broad spectrum, from feral and dangerous to compassionate and proud. There were Northern roots and Southern. Fauve, Proudheart, and Tuwawi. Now, she was nothing but an odd cocktail. The only thing that had remained unchanged was the burning scarlet down her back.  

However, the man's attitude took a sudden change. His aura became solemn, gaze serious. Tuwawi took a seat besides him, smile fading into a focused look. She nodded. Of course she could spend the time to talk, especially for any important matter.

Xiuhcoatl Tuwa repeated in her mind, listening intently to what Tyrr had to say. It seemed there was more to his history than she had assumed. Had there been more to Nochtli's banter than Tuwawi had first realized? "I will," the ember agreed, heeding the prince's advice. Tyrr was never the type to joke around about things like this. "It must be a lot... to bear, I mean. All these wolves from your homeland? They are here to bring you back to Coatl's Rise? Why?" Suddenly, Tuwawi was full of questions. Why would they go so far as to sabotage Tyrr's ambitions. Couldn't they just go home if they wanted to? "Are they all against you?" Tuwawi new one or two things about that.