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

Her little bundles hurried up to see what Tuwawi had brought, although Larus appeared a little hesitant. All at once, the mother's worries melted... and her words to Njal by the riverside felt validated. Her children were precious and thriving... but staying in Swiftcurrent wasn't worth the risk. Eventually, their borders would be broken and it was only a matter of time before more nefarious matters arrived. Perhaps if they didn't have children, it would be a different story. Their loyalty to their new, albeit young, alpha would be just as strong. However, Tuwawi priorities were undeniably weighted.

How fast they were growing. Too fast. Just yesterday they were blind, chirping bundles of warmth, nursing from her belly. And now? They were like little adults - teeth and all - with a hankering for meat. The thought that their little babies were growing up suddenly overran the mother with emotion, though she stifled small tears until the bird was on the ground to distract the children.

It croaked, near death, and quivered feebly before the young Sveijarns. Its once lustrous feathers were matter with wolf saliva and blood. It was near death, the bird knew, but that didn't stop it from attempting to get up, and hurry away. Awkwardly its rear leg kicked out as the fowl attempted to find solid ground.