Porcupine Ridge Melange, The Spice

Trying something new with Tuwa since she doesn't really fit any other place on the board... I also miss rping my baby!

It was a balmy Spring morning. The air was unsullied by the salty brine Tuwawi had become accustomed to while traveling along the coast. Winter had brought her mission to a halt. Frozen winds and meager hunting opportunities by the sea caused the red vagabond to waste away, withering to a skeletal figure. Unsuccessful in her retribution and near death, she had been forced to retreat inland where her knowledge of terrestrial prey was much more expansive. Eventually her health recovered — the new season tempering her conviction only just enough — and the Sveijarn found herself winding through Sunspire's peaks, unknowingly passing by the abandoned Plateau where one of her sons, Valtyr, had spent his childhood. 

The borders of that pack were stale, however, and so she continued along the ridge, confident in her ability on mountain terrain. It wasn't long until she met the gates of Porqupine Ridge, knowing by the fresh scent that wolves currently resided here. Her ruddy tail flicked curiously as she slowly traced the territory's outline, half wishing to be found so that she may discover what kind of creatures lived here.