Duskfire Glacier Fairest of them all

Tuwawi's decision would have been a lot easier if Arabella was a dirty rogue or anarchistic vagabond. Instead she was a polite and demure girl, kind and well-spoken. Any one of Tuwawi's subordinates or children could have been in her shoes - starving and alone - and the strong maternal desire to shelter and protect her could barely be thwarted by the harsher sentiment to not dilute the pack with weaklings. As the lone woman explained her history, Tuwawi couldn't help but twist her maw into a wry smile... not an expression meant for Arabella, but rather an outward reflection of the alpha's inner conflict.

Her gaze slid to meet Danica's as she ruminated. This girl was one more mouth to feed, but she was also one more pair of eyes and ears. One more body between the cats and her offspring. "Arabella," she addressed the agouti girl, "I am Tuwawi Sveijarn, one of Duskfire Glacier's leaders. There is only room in this pack for those who work hard and earn their keep... everyone here is like blood to me and one weak link jeopardizes us all." She gave the youth a hard stare, "But that does not mean I am unwilling to offer you the opportunity to prove yourself." Her weight shifted as the mother's sooty tail remained stiffly poised. "Well? Do you want this chance?" she asked, extending the offer to become apart of Duskfire.