Swiftcurrent Creek A hunter beats beneath my breast

Yay thanks for starting this for me! Aww I remember Wildheart & Zenzi :'D Too bad Tuwa never met them.

Border patrol was often the most mundane of tasks assigned to Swiftcurrent's ranks, and Tuwawi couldn't help but amble slowly as she completed her rounds. However, it was lucky that the Eta saw little action that day, for it left her with a generous bout of energy just waiting to be expelled. Now, only the thought of hunting was on the ember's mind — a skill she maintained great prowess in — a wanton inkling to better craft her art. As time passed, the more she became engaged with the wild creek pack... for at first, Tuwawi had found it difficult to gauge her place amongst her peers; yet, the longer she resided, the clearer her role became.

Tuwawi's trot was lofty, body in good spirits, as she crossed diagonally through the territory. Her nose preened the air for quarry but, to her surprise, a new wolfish scent lingered here. The fire wolf became inquisitive, momentarily abandoning her hunt for a meal to, instead, greet the newcomer into their ranks. He wasn't difficult to find — an inky creature set amongst a brighter scrim. The young adult was a large beast, however markedly young. Adolescence still lingered about his figure, a reedy gauntness obscuring his potentially svelte silhouette. Tuwawi let out a light, amiable chuff as she approached, her ruddy plume waving rigidly to demonstrate her higher rank.