Swiftcurrent Creek To Where from Here

@Njal I howl for you!

Tuwawi's tail visibly twitched, somewhat perturbed by the tawny woman's obtuse response. The tone of her voice was frank, but the usually perceptive Sveijarn could not discern if Xi'Nuata spoke in earnest or if she was being difficult on purpose. The true reason, that this stranger didn't understand the word wife eluded her. "It is relative," she corrected with a hard tone, an expression of offence painted on her face, "his business is my business." She wasn't, or at least she didn't want to be, an overbearing spouse who was prone to pry. However, given the circumstances with their leadership, and this Vale wolf parked at their door, Tuwawi thought herself privy. If anything, to protect Njal politically.

'I am patient,' said the larger wolf, 'If he requires more time to finish his tasks, then I am willing to wait. Enough time has passed that more would not discourage me.' Her persistence irritated Tuwawi further, who found her own questions deflected so easily. She huffed, slightly exasperated, before deciding. "I will howl for him. But if he does not come, you cannot stay," Tuwawi told Xi'Nuata. Her ruddy crown craned backwards as she sang, summoning her husband from his patrol so he may receive his guest.