Swiftcurrent Creek When it's all said and done

Tuwawi had been a busy bee following their announcement at the pack meeting. There was much to be done and she flitted around Swiftcurrent's territory like a swift hummingbird who dashed from flower to flower. At first, her solemn thoughts had taken the Sveijarn mother to the outskirts of Wapun Meadow and Duck Lake, to repose and reflect on the impact of this decision; but soon enough she was busy filling caches and feeding the children nearly double their normal intake. They would need energy stores for the long haul. Even though her first trip North had been quick, Tuwawi had not been encumbered by a slow caravan of wolves. She couldn't anticipate exactly how long this move would take.

The morning had been spent collecting a few herbs from the meadow before the saffron she-wolf retired to her den for the afternoon. However, her rest was interrupted when a familiar perfume wafted into the den. It was distinctly Danica, but why was she here? Were they being evicted before their grace period was over? Tentatively, she exited her den to see the golden warrior before her. She was a strong and able wolf, but a shaken air and halfhearted expression worried Tuwawi. "...Danica?" she called to her comrade with a low croon. What was going on?