Swiftcurrent Creek Clairvoyence

Haunter's vague explanation of his heritage was of no consequence to Tuwawi. She hadn't expected a full pedigree, or anything beyond the single sentence he had offered. It was enough that he had answered willingly, and so she nodded in affirmation, satisfied. He was an ominous creature, but would be a good asset to Swiftcurrent.

Tuwawi's eyes followed his, back to her half-dug den. She shook her coat at the sight and sent small bits of earth back to their maker. Already, her paws hurt from just the thought of how much work sill needed to be done, so she was relieved when he proposed a hunt. "Ah, pleassee yes," she exclaimed swinging her head around in an overtly melodramatic way, a wry grin painted on her crooked muzzle. "There were some mule deer tracks around here the other day. Seemed like they were heading towards the meadow in the south. Want to try those?" Although the smaller breed of deer didn't leave well worn paths like its other relatives, its size would be easier for the two of them to handle. If they were lucky, they might be able to catch one heavy with fawn. It was Spring, after all. Although perhaps Haunter had something else in mind.