Swiftcurrent Creek restless

Satisfied that the smaller scrapes on Fox's muzzle didn't facilitate concern, Tuwawi lounged back easily, happy to keep the alpha as company. Her ruddy tail patted the ground with a soft beat before finding a home around her hocks, as if to keep her feet toasty warm. If a stranger happened upon them at this time, they might think the two women sisters; both vastly different but familiar in other ways. Tuwawi took to preening the hair on her own shoulder, appreciating the down time. Between all that had happened within the past weeks, that had been only a few moments that had offered the Sveijarn respite, and so she savored the serene air between herself and Fox.

"Mm," she told Fox, agreeing with her words and understanding them to be true, "no... a cat in Swiftcurrent is unacceptable. They are dangerous creatures." She mulled on that thought, but still found reason to voice her opinion, "but perhaps next time, you will consider hailing the pack before taking it upon yourself to fight one alone. It is lucky Haunter was close by. That lion could have killed you." She offered the warning to Fox in a calm and quiet voice — it wasn't her intention to chide the leader, but instead provide some insight as a wolf who was two years her senior. "You didn't think I got this mark from another wolf, did you?" she chuffed with a laugh as her tongue rolled over the notch in her lip and up the blistered flesh. Fresh memories from Tartok burned in her mind, as she remembered the bachelor cougar smothering her in darkness, the whole of her skull clean in its grasp.