Swiftcurrent Creek Grace (or lack thereof)

Fweee :D

Swiftcurrent's creek was practically the lifeblood of this land; a swiftly running stream even in the height of summer and dead of winter. Animals from all over visited to drink, and the lush vegetation of the territory was verdant with superb health. Today, the water was cold and sweet upon Tuwawi's parched throat as she lapped it up with gusto, soothed by the soft babbling noise it emitted. Tiny minoes danced just beneath the surface... and the ember couldn't help but paw at her reflection to make them scatter.

As she idled, her thoughts returned to Njal. Though the nature of their coupling could have been perceived as borderline obnoxious, Tuwawi's conscious was free of shame. The intensity of her desires had skyrocketed in her lover's absence, coupled by the rise of her natural cycle. Bestial impulses practically threw the virgin wife into the embrace of her northern husband as her fertility spiked; and it left no room for her conscious to consider the volume at which their voices sang. Even now the urge and perfume remained, thought it rapidly waned as Tuwawi's body acquiesced normalcy.

The approach of another caused the Sveijarn's ears to prick as her gaze turned to regard the urchin, Bones, in a swaggered approach. She chomped a small bone betwixt her jaws, as if it were a toothpick, which was promptly dropped once their eyes connected. The young teen's greeting with chalk full of zeal. "Same to you," Tuwawi responded, earnestly happy to see their youngest in such high spirits. "I have been well. I hear you took care of some pesky coyotes, eh?" A wry smile twisted her blistered muzzle deviously, though her attentions were distracted when a pallid she-wolf emerged from the undergrowth.

Unlike her comrade, the fairer Bazi took tentative, calculated steps — though most everyone paled in comparison to Bones' over the top personality. Tuwawi's ears cupped forward, puzzled by her hesitation, as she drew nearer. The youth's ivory crown brushed against a firebranded whither, and Tuwawi returned the affections with a gentle nudge into the small of her cheek. "Bazi," she said, greeting the outrider with a pleasant tone, though somewhat unaware her pastime had been overheard by others in the pack. For now she enjoyed their company, delighted to be amongst other women.