Swiftcurrent Creek one last turn

Tomahawk had spent the first however long (idk what timelines are) unable to believe that she was not in a dream. Or a trick. Around every corner, Hawk expected some pack wolf to boot her out on her ass and tell her to get lost. Or worse, kill her. Tomahawk actually wasn't sure if the latter option would be all that bad. Put an end to the suffering of a girl who had been born the wrong way.

The coyote wolf was slinking along the outermost regions of the pack's (her pack's) claim when she froze, eyes locked on the white form of some wolf who was not Kaskara. Her heart raced, her eyes widened, and she thought she might be having some kind of panic attack as she began to breath abnormally.