Swiftcurrent Creek Grace (or lack thereof)

My pack/ladies come spend time with me <3 @Bazi @Fox

News that coyotes had infringed their land had reached Tuwawi, and it spurred her to move. Hot breath vented from the fireblood's nostrils as she patrolled stiff-legged 'round Swiftcurrent's perimeter, searching for any sign of the wayward bastard curs. It was lucky not one chose to lurk nearby today, for the Sveijarn was a woman newly possessed. She felt alive -- powerful and virile, no doubt a side effect of her ascension into true womanhood -- and it was evident in her lofty, vigorous trot. Purposeful strides ate up the ground as the ember swiftly made way through her ilk's well-worn tracks, not satisfied until a good section of the Southeastern border was secured.

She snorted, a bit disappointed to not have been able to paint the ground like Bazi, Ferdie, Bones, Jace, and Fox had. Tuwawi had been too preoccupied with Njal to heed their war cry. The thought of her mate sent a new burning sensation across her tussled nape, remembering his teeth upon her... soon she would have to abandon any warden-esque duties all together, to help safeguard her own body and the potential life it carried. Though the pair had made more than a strong effort to conceive (that was an understatement), knowledge beyond insemination evaded the young mother-to-be. Sure, she had been present during Skydancer's pregnancy... but a younger Tuwawi had never thought to query about the details. It was a new adventure, and one that brought with it a shred of inescapable terror, amplified by the absence of any healers, or more experienced women within the pack.

For now Tuwawi retreated into the heart of Swiftcurrent, fatigued from her intense sentry and weighty conscious. She moved towards a quiet glade near the creek, eager to quench her thirst in the spring's cool waters.