Swiftcurrent Creek no, no, you ate yours

Boop... I am slow. Feel free to up-date this if you want :3

The older man's otherworldly gaze caught Tuwawi off guard, as she had anticipated the usual brown or yellow orbs of a commoner but was instead greeted by the unexpected pale seaside eyes of an enigmatic creature, carved like marble from his dusky resting hollow. Her rusty ears spiked forward, curiosity peaked by this unusual wolf. 'Who approaches?' he clipped, curt in tone. Tuwawi's slender face dipped to deposit the mallard betwixt her paws as if in preparation to respond. However, before she could say a word, the specter floated close with long and purposeful strides.

The ember's blaze licked muzzle stretched out to whiff at his scent, obscured by the ointment that enrobed him. The musk was strong, almost repulsive in aroma... but there was something enticing about it... something curiously fragrant. "Tuwawi," she said in her usual roguish tone, answering the man's query without a second thought. Oh, but how more careful Tuwawi would have been if she realized that this was the Kesuk's witch; the ringmaster of all their dark practices. Yet the Tartok pledged woman had met Jinx, and knew to tread lightly within Swiftcurrent lest her identity be discovered.

Tuwawi stepped forth into a brighter pool of light to better grasp the other's features. "And you?" she inquired as her almond eyes keenly traced the healer's long face, interested to learn more.