Swiftcurrent Creek Home is where the heart lives.

The air was rapt with silence, save for a few shifting their weight. In all, seven wolves had arrived to represent Swiftcurrent, boldly positioned besides their leader. However, most of their ranks were visibly rough around the edges; even Danica kept a slight limp. Tuwawi's gaze shifted solemnly between the parties with a cool demeanor. Unlike Njal or Scimitar, she wasn't interested in fighting - mostly out of self-preservation; and it was a relief when Bazi kept her head, agreeing to Ferdie's simple terms with a firm nod of her slender face. The two youths positioned behind the Sunspire wolves were invited forth, and soon the prisoner exchange would put their hostage situation to an end.

The whole point of Fox's constant badgering had been to drive the mountain wolves away from the valley's fertile lands and protect the borders. Tuwawi could only hope that her successor would learn from mistakes made and keep a keener eye to the future. Yet one could never give a good prediction of what was to be, and one could only connect the dots after the fact. All in all, it would be good to have the two females returned... regroup the pack... and decide what to do later about Sunspire's looming presence. Though her loyalty was firmly planted in Swiftcurrent, Tuwawi couldn't help feel a wave of apathy wash over her, passion fading for this creek-side home and the tribulations it mustered. For the time being, she remained silent and ever-watchful.