Swiftcurrent Creek Bumblebees

The borders were normally a place of evasion for Tuwawi, who sought to stay nearer the heart of the territory due to the sensitive condition of being with child. Though she was a warden, and a fierce protector of their claim, the time had come to let the other take this charge and allow the impending mother to seek seclusion within Swiftcurrent's depths. However, multiple events had left the pack shaken and down three core members including Jace and Ferdie — two young, imposing males. Njal and Bazi's plate were already full with organizing the pack which was, at best, a hodgepodge of new and apathetic recruits who were mostly young and unskilled. Feeling the pressure to step up and maintain her usual responsibilities, the wildling she-wolf flirted along the borders... not strutting so bold out in the open, but keeping a sharp eye out for anything sinister behind the treeline.

Tuwawi grumbled as she moved along the fringe at an easy swagger, still ruminating over the expulsion of two wolves she had begun to think of as family. Her conscious was split over the decision, and other troubles about their leadership and the state of Swiftcurrent rippled within psyche. All of a sudden, the pungent scent of a strange ammonia broke her train of thought. It was the mark of a wolf she did not recognize, and her split lip curled at the alien scent as her snout inspected the plant he had showered. Vermilion hair spiked from her crown to the base of her tail, and the instinct to expunge overrode the wisdom to seek safety. Her fiery nature took over, and thus Swiftcurrent's Delta broke into a lofty trot, hair bristling as she ate up the ground, to seek and destroy this bold degenerate.

Eventually she came upon the vagrant a few lengths away, as he was not difficult to find thanks to the trail he had left. Tuwawi made no secret of her presence as a low, rumbling growl thundered from her throat, muscles taught and stormy gaze completely fixated in a predatory way. Her ears cupped forward, sooty tail rigidly waving in short undulations as she took the briefest of moments to scrutinize the stranger who so heedlessly piddeled along their borders. He was too distant to scent, to realize Fox had brought him here, and his appearance was unknown to the Sveijarn. Her tattered maw wrinkled and curled to reveal the pointed ends of her enamel. as she took a fearless step forward, neck arching and paws spreading to find their footing, prepared to give chase. Explain yourself or be prepared to be scruffed right here in the dirt, was what her body screamed, momentarily forgetting her fragile state.