Neverwinter Forest [ic joining] pilfer and plunder

A thick accent rolled off the stranger's tongue, and it was as new to Tuwawi as the girl's sad appearance. So reedy was the black yearling that her matted fur hung like a three day old carcass... and smelled like it too. Despite this she was lively, animated, and surprisingly eager to prostrate herself. The dark child nearly ran herself into the ground as she begged for food, and Tuwawi pitied her in earnest.

Such a flamboyant display warranted caution, but what was protocol here? Tuwawi reflected onto her past... and remembered a time when she had killed for Kindred — the raider's blood still tasted fresh on her tongue. That wolf had been desperate too. And Tartok? No creature was allowed on their territory. No exceptions. And what of her alpha, Chakra? If Tuwawi had been a year younger, she might have been more eager to chase off the beggar wolf. However, now, there was a softness to her that didn't exist before. Tuwawi was a good wolf by nature.

The inky child squirmed and writhed as her silky voice beseeched the Phi, going as far as attempting to lick her chin; but Tuwawi backed away, with a fang bared, unwilling to accept such a lowly display. She watched, and thought, for a few moments before answering. "Perhaps I will get you food. What is your name?" she offered with a sideways glance. The swamp creature looked hungry, enough. Taking food from the cache meant one mouth in the pack would go hungry, however recent events had made the red woman's ulterior motives shift.