Swiftcurrent Creek restless

Fox attacked the muskrat, ravenous for its supple freshwater flesh, which brought a great deal of satisfaction to the Zeta who was happy to receive her alpha's appreciation. She regarded the small woman closely as she supped, silver eyes tracing the slight tilt of her muzzle across to the wounds on her rib cage, and down the agouti browns of her back. Youth still held fast to the small wolf's exterior, although Fox had already proven herself to be an ambitious leader, and perhaps slightly overzealous confirmed by the claw marks she now wore.

'Too many dreams. Bears and cougars,' Fox explain between bites. It was not unusual to be psychologically affected after an event so violent, as Tuwawi had during her own encounter in Tartok. But now bears were added to the list? "Don't tell me a bear is about to waltz through Swiftcurrent too," she jested, "I don't think we'd want to pick a fight with one of those." A wry smile painted her muzzle, unaware of the dream's otherworldly allusions to the Kesuk's family religion. Tuwawi was a secular creature who vehemently opposed such perverse practices. She pitied the ones who thought it enriched their lives without realizing it only acted as a crutch to carry their disfigured psyche, hollowed by a pitted half-life. Of course, these sentiments were kept in secret... as she now lived amongst those, namely Jinx, who had promised their souls to the black and white ursine gods.

This did not mean Tuwawi lived without her own beliefs. Most of her adolescence had been spent appreciating the Sun and Earth as druid deities in Kindred, and she still found comfort in those thoughts. Once called Proudheart, Tuwawi had been blessed with the title of Earthwalker in that pack, and every now and then she would look to the soft ground to bathe in its benign energy. It was unfortunate that Windrunner Plains had been destroyed in a flood. If it had not, she might have lived there forever.

Tuwawi moved closer to her leader, hovering besides the laying fox-wolf as she digested her meal. The fur closest to the cougar's marks had been stained, and it spurred her to offer small look for permission to inspect or tend to the injuries. "What happened anyway?" she asked about the mountain lion. The fight had already started by the time the Sveijarn had arrived, and her mind turned to wonder if others owned wounds as bad as Fox's. Swiftcurrent's members were stoic, and there was doubt if any would openly admit to having received such crippling blows.