Swiftcurrent Creek Anagram

Tuwawi's skull nodded briskly as Bazi sounded off the Swiftcurrent members she had encountered. Lecter's name was met with a disdainful expression, however it was righted by the mention of Bones. True, they were vastly different in every way -- an old scheming doctor and a scurvy urchin barely within adolescence -- but each held a particular, and important, niche within the pack. Bazi's words seemed to trail off as her list continued, glaucous gaze wandering. Her elder regarded the youth, a bit perplexed, until she realize that the yearling gawked at the tight, blistered flesh which marked Tuwawi's cheek and maw.

The red woman couldn't help but break eye contact, somewhat abashed by the mention of her marred appearance. Some wolves viewed scars as medals of war to be worn in pride, while others only saw them only as a mistakes. Tuwawi was of the latter, though in retrospect it could not have been helped. She was the smallest of Tartok and the cougar had marked her for death. Even now the memory of the lion's fang did not fade with time, though her skin had stitched itself to the best of its abilities. Outwardly, it had never nearly been a point of contention. Her pack had helped it heal, and often failed to mention its presence. However, he ember's self conscious would not let her forget its existence. Njal did not seem to love her any less because of it, though she sometimes wondered if he thought it ugly or hideous.

Her tongue top rolled through the notch in her lip as she sighed, eager to forget these simple, cosmetic worries. "It is nothing," she said accepting Bazi's apology as she traced the girl's flawless complexion with stormy eyes. It was good news to hear the corpse had been fed to the creek, disposed by those who had not felt its rage. "Swiftcurrent's cougar did not cause this wound," she started, feeling compelled to warn her junior of the cats' ways, "it was made by another, when I was apart of a different pack. That one had caused a great deal of suffering as well." She grimaced, remembering the gashes inflicted upon Miyako's chest. "Each time I have encountered one, my pack has not left unscathed. Fox was badly wounded, Njal... my mate... completely bedridden, and Jinx..." Tuwawi's words faded, not wanting to press farther into the subject of their beta's miscarriage. "Well, if you see one... stand your ground and summon the pack. Do not run, because it will chase you; and do not attack alone, because one wolf is no match." She paused, considering this grim advice. "In fact, it is better to just scare it off the grounds and leave it at that. No death is worth competition over prey."