Swiftcurrent Creek the sun will settle on dust

Tomahawk had kept to the outskirts of the pack. Even though Kaskara had said that she was one of them, she had yet to feel it. Now, more than ever, she felt an outsider, pretending to be something she was not. Her view of herself would likely always be conflicted, that much was obvious, but she was slowly beginning to roll with things. Kas had also warned her that they were in the process of relocating, a fact that brought joy to Tomahawk's own heart. If she could be there for this large event, perhaps it would make her feel more like them. She was a wolf.

If she was a wolf, and a pseudo-member of Swiftcurrent Creek... she was the lowest ranking, though. She skulked in the back, large ears alert and lanky body ready to take flight at the first sign of aggression. Whatever this was, it was important, and making an appearance was mandatory.