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

Tuwawi blinked away the tears that threatened to drip down her cheeks, surprised how suddenly she had become overwhelmed by her emotions. She lamented over how adult her offspring seemed, and how fleeting her time with them had been in the den. Sure, she had a few months left to dote on them... but soon there would be little room for coddling, and they would have to learn the laws of the pack and the wild. The world was deemed too harsh for her little bundles of joy... how she loved and adored each one. Jokull for her bullheadedness and bravery, Valtyr for his sentimental gaze, Maera for her will and steady mind, and Larus for his indulgence. Each child had their own colorful personality, and it surprised Tuwawi how quickly she, herself had grown. It felt like just yesterday Sterntooth had initiated his first members into Kindred where she had met Njal for the first time... and now their brood trotted around the den like tiny adults, smaller reflections of themselves.

She watched them curiously, eager to see how they would take on the injured bird... but their reactions were not entirely what she expected; nevertheless they were entertaining. Valtyr and Maera seemed a bit taken aback by the creature, though the fiery girl seemed hungry even if she needed a little support. Valtyr was a softer pup and he eagerly sidled up to his younger siblings to build confidence. Larus was busy in the back of the den, rather disinterested unless his siblings needed him.

Their mother laid down close, chin upon her paws, as she observed. She would be there to assist and encourage, if they needed, but for not she was content to simply watch.