The Heartwood Fear's got a hold on me

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The night was long and the sun was unwilling to rise in the early mist of dawn. The chilling air reminded Tuwawi that winter wasn't far off. She had spent each past season with a pack to provide for, and so the thought of spending one alone was daunting. She had not been able to convince Scimitar of her false benevolence - no story could be conjured to explain the cold metal around her neck - and so she did not linger long in the East. Only a fleeting visit to her old den in Swiftcurrent creek was all the red ember permitted herself. 

With an apathetic waltz, she meandered across the plains to the deep forest to find shelter from the howling autumn winds. Her stomach rumbled hungrily. Food was the only thing that ever seemed to be on her mind... and she could never manage to get enough of it.