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Wow chatterbox Tuwawi

Some small semblance of comfort was found in Bazi's gracious expression. The female was polite to let the topic of her mark pass, if not to save her own conscious. Memories of Tartok still planted themselves vividly in Tuwawi's mind, even though its golden era beneath the Issumatar, Siku, upon the Eastern Mountains had passed. The familial roots still rapidly grew, however, and there was no doubt in her mind that the surname still flourished. Important skills and lessons had been learned during this phase in her life... and it caused small mirth to bloom in her chest when Bazi accepted her wisdom easily.

It seemed the white wolf's family was of a similar mind, heralding the pack over individual strength. The way it should be, Tuwawi thought to herself. "You mother is a smart woman. She taught you well," the ember agreed, but a sigh interrupted her sentence. "I always fancied myself a warrior... but it has become clear I was not destined for that role." Both Kindred and Tartok had pushed to sculpt warriors from all their members, despite their physical shortcomings, and urged each wolf to trial by fang. A younger Tuwawi yearned to posses the skills equal of her leaders Sterntooth or Siku. However, with each mouthful of dirt she ate it became clear her body was better apt for a different vocation.

She thought to ask what Bazi's skills included, but the younger woman queried about her mate instead. Her chin tipped, a bout of pride fluttering in her breast, evident by the glimmer in her eyes. "We have," she affirmed, though in retrospect perhaps the union of other wolves was longer lasting. A year and change was practically a third of Tuwawi's life, and to her it felt like a lifetime. "We met when I joined the ranks of Kindred, the first pack I was apart of... but we didn't commit to one another until after that group was no more. A flood wiped it out," the memory of a drowned Windrunner Plains was grim, though new life always seemed to find itself after the worst tragedies. "Then, we became separated when the herds move from Chinook to Teekon, and lost each other for a long while. When I joined Neverwinter I thought I saw him near Greatwater Lake and eventually I tracked his location to Swiftcurrent." Pure luck had brought the Northerner and Southerner together once again, and hopefully for good.

A small smile pressed her muzzle, temperament becoming chatty when a subject of her interest was raised. "Have you met him before? He is a warden here, though currently off-duty." Her words paused, considering his status and expression turning quiet once more, "Swiftcurrent's cougar did a great deal of damage... it bit him clean across the skull. He has been feverish since... though shows improvement little by little. Mm... but let's not talk about that beast anymore." Tuwawi purposefully exuded the information that death has circled her husband, though she felt he was out of the woods, by now. Hopefully the fertile times of Spring would help him heal, as well as bring new joys to the Valley.