Swiftcurrent Creek restless

Going to try and keep this as vague as possible, haha

Tuwawi's cream colored belly dusted the ground as she slunk from tree to tree, stalking a muskrat who was waddling in a hurry towards the Northern marshlands. Pickings were still slim as winter continued to wane, but the Eta knew they would soon see a prosperous season. The creek was like a bloodline to Teekon, and it would make the land rich and fertile come Spring. For now, smaller meals would have to make due.

She rushed and pounced to kill the squealing prey with a single motion from her jaws. However, this meal was not intended for herself... or for Swiftcurrent's caches. Tuwawi's mind was still caught up on the skirmish with the cougar, and her thoughts had turned to their injured... particularly Fox. The memory of her blood soaked locks floated on the surface of the woman's psyche, and it concerned her. The cuts were deep, which meant they were prone to infection or rot. Tuwawi was not a skilled botanist — the only herb she knew of was goldenseal, and that was not yet in bloom — and so she turned her efforts to feed their ill so that their bodies may have energy to restitch flesh.

With the muskrat firmly grasped betwixt her fangs, Tuwawi made her way, somewhat slowly due to fatigue, to Fox's den at the heart of the territory. When she arrived, the young leader was perched upright, tending to the wounds herself. The Eta frowned. The air was rank with old blood. Did they not have a healer among their ranks? Silent, she gingerly placed breakfast on the floor and offered a small woof to signal her arrival. "You should be resting," Tuwawi noted in a quiet tone as her shadowy gaze slipped over the gashes on Fox's side... some of which she couldn't reach. Tuwawi nosed the muskrat forward, close enough so that Fox didn't have to move to eat.