Hope Anchors the Soul (IC Joining)

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Tuwawi had been on edge since returning, entrenched by bad memories. The glacier was supposed to be home... a place of comfort. It felt that way besides Malachi and Maera, but the strangers among the pack made the ember feel uneasy. She not yet exonerated for her crimes... and the radio collar's hot touch was enough to remind her of past misdeeds.

The eye of the glacier was ever present, and the former leader felt very much out at sea besides it. Even though she worked each day to untangle her psyche, Tuwawi found herself stable as a landslide. Erratic changes in mood and sudden bouts of violence laced a once compassionate woman, and she often acted as an independent rogue. Though she felt familial with Malachi, Tuwawi observed little restraint within the ranks, doing as she pleased with minimal self control.

A howl rang in the air — a stranger present at their borders. Even though Tuwawi wanted nothing more than to seek out Maera and spend the day fussing over her beautiful daughter, a fierce desire to repel outsiders spurred her to move towards the summoner. Soon, she emerged from the dense wood of aspens to spy an agouti woman patiently waiting for her caller. Tuwawi approached with a lofty stride — posture well practiced during her tenure as alpha. "What do you want," Tuwawi interrogated flatly in a gruff voice. Etiquette was the least of her worries.