Duskfire Glacier let me give you my life

Little sleep found Tuwawi as endless hours of scheming and patrolling consumed the forlorn ember. She was determined to overcome Duskfire's adversity and reclaim Larus from the Bay, who's wolves had grown more bold with each passing moon. The firebrand knew it was only a matter of time before their actions would grow more drastic. It was imperative to smite their enemies first -- but how could they with so little intelligence? She pondered sending scouts, or an emissary to Swiftcurrent to gather intel... but could the pack spare those bodies? Two new recruits had been accepted into the fold with haste to strengthen the Glacier's fortitude, but still Tuwawi doubted their chance of success.

Bassilth and Accalia had been given strict orders, as had the others -- and when a urgent howl rang out from the lupine field Tuwawi could only assume the worst. Those curs! she scowled to herself as the matriarch made a beeline towards her comrades, swiftly cantering along the southern edge until she drew near their location. Without hesitation she burst from the treeline with an aggressive posture, prepared to strike down the coastal dogs. However, it was not wolves of the Bay who had trespassed - but Njal accompanied by two wolves of Tartok, one of which had once led a branch in teekon.

The color drained from Tuwawi's face as she struggled for air, jaw clenching to fight off her collar's burning grip. It was as if Njal was a ghost; something intangible from her past -- but here he was, in the flesh. The pair had not departed on good terms and her manic brain struggled to digest the feelings of scorn, love, and despair. Tuwawi moved inbetween Tyrr and Bassilth and was quick to bare her fangs. "What is the meaning of this," she snapped, voice shrill and pointed as she suspiciously leered at the dark wolves to either side of her mate. Tonravik's presence did not bode well.