Swiftcurrent Creek Home is where the heart lives.

Another urgent summons rang in the air, and Tuwawi knew she must attend. After tucking the Svejarn pups in the back of the den, surrounded by a bed of moss, she mother did a lap around her burrow, to scout for danger, before kicking off in the direction of their beta. She was swift on her feet, and rushed through Swiftcurrent's open expanse with a fire in her chest.

Others were already gathered. Bazi, hopelessly rough and disheveled, had her place at the point of their formation, with a wounded Scimitar one one side, flanked by Shadow. Her gaze lifted, and saw Ferdie von Pelt standing at the cusp of there borders, pack mates and captives in tow. She recognized Amekaze, but the reedy bespeckeled wolf was an unknown.

Slowing to a lofty trot, Tuwawi moved to Bazi's open side, her vermilion shoulder brushing against the superior's dirtied flank. Her sharpened platinum gaze moved between their neighbors and their own languidly, surveying the situation with a calculating eye. The Swiftcurrent wolves were visibly tense, and the red woman could not help but wonder if their ranks would break. Unaware of the scuffle between Fox and Bazi, she turned back to their rivals and waiting for the first wolf to speak.