Swiftcurrent Creek Teach a man to fish, feed him for a lifetime

Paging @Maera @Jökull @Lárus & Open to anyone else who wants to play with babies

Though the sun set past the Western Mountains, life still stirred in Swiftcurrent. Summer crickets buzzed noisily in th tall grass while the screeching of bats careened overheads. Pradators were afoot i the wilds, and Tuwawi was quick to return home so she may tend to her brood. Her conversation with Njal by the riverside had been heavy, but the northerner's fiery wife was chalk full of ambition. Regardless, she wished to stay in her little bubble by the Sveijarn burrow forever... though she knew this could not be.

In the fading light, Tuwawi arrived with a young and mostly-dead partridge between her jaws. The half of her previous kill she had intended to bring had been consumed, and this dub ground-bird had stumbled right into her path. Perhaps it would make a good target for her children's first hunting lesson.