Swiftcurrent Creek To Where from Here

For a moment, their gaze locked, and Tuwawi's lipline lifted to reveal the tips of her enamel, feeling no regret for the results her actions had spurned. Swiftcurrent's values weren't as peaceable as Northstar's and they would, in time, find the creek-bound pack becoming a stronger unit who preferred to keep to themselves.

The Eta's posture did not ease until Xi'Nuata's figure completely disappeared into the treeline, the unique scent fading with her departure. Slowly, the ember came off her toes, hair settling haphazardly back into its usual disheveled manor. She chuffed, air hissing between parted fangs, as she offered a light shake of her figure to diffuse the built up tension. Only her husband's caress pacified her, and softened the burning in her eyes. Her scarlet licked shoulder buffered his ashy one as Tuwawi resumed her patrol, leaving it up to Njal if he would like to walk with her or return to his other duties.

fin.