Even in the Sveijarn den, the echoed snarls and faint scent of wolfsblood could be detected and it caused Tuwawi to rouse herself, red fur on end and posture guarded. Too often a symphony of violence played within the creek's domain, and it happened to be especially alarming that it performed from within the heart of the territory this time around. The wood was hauntingly silent in its response. The air was still... The birds did not caw... and shift of discord washed through the lowlands, hinting at greater danger. The ember's lips twitched as she waited for the sounds of fighting to die away, sooty figure still half submerged within her burrow. As is had been with Bone's abduction, maternal instincts instructed Tuwawi to stay away from the fight, lest be thrust into the open jaws of an unsympathetic fate. However, the fireblood fought this sentiment and quivered as she teetered on the brink of breaking her position.
After a while the guttural roars and instinctual growls subsided. Who were they? Was this an attack on Swiftcurrent? Tuwawi's ears orbited, hunting... searching... for any signal or sound to inform her what had just occurred. Some time passed before a howl rang in the air. Fox's. It was a call to gather, and one Tuwawi did not dare miss. She hurried from her den at a brisk trot towards the alpha's location, nose hovering the ground in an attempt to detect any trace of intruder or vagrant. But there was nothing.
Certainly it was perplexing, and never did it occur that it might have been her own comrades who had caused each other's blood to spill. Eventually she broke the treeline where Fox's vermilion figure held vigilance over the clearing, Razo on the fringes. Tuwawi paid him no mind as her tail swished back and forth haphazardly when she approached, a telltale sign of restlessness. In the past weeks the mother-to-be's abdomen had ballooned as she entered the second trimester of her pregnancy, a litter of pups rapidly growing inside, and a thin layer of fat had softened her features — no doubt from the diligent hunting of her exiled packmates. In these times Tuwawi craved peace and stability, but conflicts seemed determined to fester. "What's going on? What happened?" she demanded as her sharp, gunmetal gaze referred to Swiftcurrent's leader, hungry for answers.