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The budding she-wolf appeared to be rapt with attention by Tuwawi's romantic anecdote, and it satisfied the senior to entertain an audience so interested in her extensive history. In only three short years countless events and milestones riddled the red woman's timeline as she was thrust from pack to pack by variables beyond her control. From her birth in the wilds, to her adolescence in Kindred on Windrunner plains, into Tartok's mountains, and beyond to different lands like Chinook and Teekon, it was impossible to say Tuwawi was any less than well traveled. This made the scope of her reunion with Njal all the more extraordinary by even the tallest measures.

"For sure," she agreed, though it was almost certain Njal would bump into the porcelain yearling first. Her husband was a dutiful guardsman and avidly patrolled the borders. They were bound to have run in once he resumed his normal responsibilities. "And perhaps... we can exchange our tales. I have much to share, as I am sure you do as well, " Tuwawi added, wondering if this would pique her interest. It was rare for another wolf to care to listen to an oral recite of one's past, which was often found dull and uninteresting.

As Bazi's jaws spread in a large yawn, and she sprawled onto the first grass of Spring, Tuwawi decidedly placed herself at the base of the crabapple's trunk. Creamy paws curled against her belly as she nestled into ball. "Mm, me too," she said, agreeing a small nap with be quite pleasant in such a serene and fragrant place. However, though her lids would close, Tuwawi would not rest in order to keep a diligent watch over her new acquaintance.

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