Otter Creek south

Bazi is feeling a little bit vulnerable after her first semi-romantic experience - this is for any wolf who wants to talk her through it whilst also keeping an eye on the herds in the south. :D Bazi will want a closer look to get a good count.

Otter Creek was as far away as Bazi could hope to get from pack politics, jealously guarded borders, and - hopefully - other wolves. The Vale was far to the north, and Silvertip Mountain even further; there was no reason for anyone to venture to the tip of the southern-most tendril of the waterway. Except Bazi, who sat and watched the water trickle into nothing.

Escaping the previous day under the pretense of scouting (and lying to Ferdie about how far she was going), Bazi had sheltered in the mountains and descended into the flatlands the following morning. There were no mysterious strangers here. No secret midnight rendezvous, no run-away heartbeats, and no unexpected rush of new and wildly foreign feelings. The Creek Gamma scanned the flat horizon in the south, looking for any sign of nearby herds. If prey was coming in from the south, she wanted to know how the mountain-range would divvy it up.