Swiftcurrent Creek Women and Children First

Thoughts swam in Tuwawi's mind, considering her past, present, and future. Her husband had gone with the search party to find Fox, though... was she really worth finding? The mother snorted, lowering her maw to absently sniff at the sweet grass. She had been biding her time, for a long while, and a backseat was her preferred place in order to tend and cultivate her blossoming family, though she toyed with a different idea.

Her pondering was interrupted as a squeaking word came from the den. Her slender head turned over a red shoulder, spotting her firstborn waddling out into the midday sun. MmmMa! he called to her quietly... a clever child who dare not disturb his siblings. "My little Val," she said as she reached out to him, encouraging his unsteady steps towards her.

Downy gray newborn fur had molted to reveal his true colors, though muted by a fuzzy puppy coat. He was a sandy boy, murky and sooty - pattern grizzled like his father. Yet unlike his northern sire, Valtyr's fur was made of wheaty brown and grays - as well as hot licks of flame-colored fur up his weedy legs. Blue eyes had begun to dark, though not yet completely, and Tuwawi couldn't help but admire her child, proud of the strong children she had brought into the world.

She turned her body towards him, stomach facing the den and back against the outside, as if to make sure his journey would be undisturbed. Peaceful times were optimum for child-rearing, however the threat of Sunspire made it difficult for Tuwawi to not feel anxious as her children tussled outside the den. Swiftcurrent's wolves often went on patrols and raids, and with Njal gone to find Fox, it left few bodies to tend to the youngest. "It has been a long day, hasn't it?" she asked him as he made his way, though the child had probably spent the day snoozing.