Duskfire Glacier Hymn for Winter

An electric shock of jealousy snaked down Tuwawi's spine as Scarlett explained she had watched Maera grow from child to teenager, offering hunting lessons and companionship as a surrogate guardian. "I am her mother," the saffron woman snapped, teeth clicking together at the close. Any other might be have been thankful for such a kind and endearing wolf to be their daughter's caretaker, but Tuwawi found herself boiling with spite. Her hate was more for man than Scarlett, however, who had deprived her of Maera's golden days.

The Sveijarn's face softened just the slightest, though her silver gaze continued to leer at the albino. She took a step back, offering the white female some respite, but pined for more information to fill in the blanks. "My jewel - My Maera - is she well? How are her hunting lessons coming along? Does she get enough food?" she asked with a low croon, voice laced with deep concern and peppered with remorse.