Swiftcurrent Creek To Hold and Ocean

@Njal

Tuwawi trailed her husband's scent through a thick fog that washed over Swiftcurrent Creek. Midnight caused the scenery to be especially unsettling as whispers of other beasts moved in the windless night. Njal had evaded her since Xi'nuata's appearance at the borders, and they had been together for a brief time as the pack disposed of its villainous cougar, but long enough for Tuwawi to become fixated on the deep puncture wounds the feline had inflicted. Earlier that day she had checked in on Fox. The alpha had been easy to find... Njal not so much. Now, with few places left to look, his scent was finally picked up and it trailed straight to their den site.

Her nostrils flared as they skimmed the ground, approaching the grove of young beech trees with a hint of apprehension... no... it was guilt. She had nothing to beseech her aokkatti with. No healing herbs or food to eat. She was tardy as well, and the moon glowered down on her with a light of dissapointment. Slowly she made her way to the den, peeking into the hollowed darkness. She had done well to dig it out so that Njal may fit — as she heard his breathing coming from inside. "Njal?" she whispered, as she shuffled to the precipice of the entryway on her belly. Tendrils of scent wafted her way, including the sickly perfume of her husband's fresh blood.