Swiftcurrent Creek i'm just the muscle

For anyone working toward the warrior trade; I'd love another spar to accompany this thread. :)

Rain. Rain, rain, rain, rain. The weather matched the Beta's mood - grey and promising to get worse. It also suited the general mood of the pack. With Ferdie and Jace gone - taking Nightingale and Sky with them - there was decidedly less activity going on. Swiftcurrent Creek lacked 'buzz'. Jace had been the worker bee, always up to something - hunting, patrolling, guarding - and whilst other wolves had picked up the slack, things weren't the same.

Bazi was patrolling again, legs working hard to keep a swift pace along the border. This was her second round of the day, and she yearned for an activity that was more explosive. A cocky intruder would almost be welcome.