Blood Orange

A new morning chill marked the end of Tuwawi's fourth summer as Teekon, a land still wounded from violent ocean gales, began to dress itself in autumn. The leaves wouldn't change for a few months, the she-wolf knew, and it meant a lone traveler had some time to add a few pounds on before times became lean. 

Frostfire, a promising upstart, had fizzled almost as soon as it had began and with it went Tuwawi's time with Tyrr. Like most things, it was bittersweet. Yet it wasn't long before another bout of aimless wandering consumed the ember; her focus reserved only for survival. 

From the glacial north — for there was no future to be found in that land — the Sveijarn trekked towards the Sunspire mountains, an area she had often explored to the west of Swiftcurrent creek. She paused, arriving as a number of small creeks to quench her thirst and perhaps find a quick meal nearby.