Otter Creek south

Bazi broke her gaze away from the horizon and anchored it to a spot nearby whilst she considered this. Scouting lent itself well to keeping track of game. She already had a good grasp on where the herds were in the south and east, and how many animals made up each one - that kind of strategic knowledge was as important to the continued welfare of the pack as the ability to hunt. The older wolves trumped her there, but there was still time to learn.

Closer to home, the wealth of fish added another dimension to the role. Individuals regularly topped up their reserves from the creek’s bounty, and Bazi was both an accomplished hunter and preserver of fish. Duck Lake was stuffed full of water fowl, and she had seen both Jace and Ferdie carry smaller game around. The pack might benefit from someone coordinating efforts on the various fronts, especially with more mouths to feed.

Yes, she decided in the privacy of her own mind, that’s something I can do.

”Like a gamekeeping coordinator?” she asked, moving her blue-grey eyes to Fox. ”If you would let me prove myself in that role, then yes - yes please, I think I’d be very suited to it.”

Mention of Tuwawi and Njal brought another matter to the forefront of the yearling’s mind - two, if you counted her brief encounter with Tiarnán, but that memory was still raw and confusing. ”How.. when will Tuwawi have her puppies?” she asked, gaze drifting between Fox and the horizon, trying to look casual. The little Gamma was woefully uneducated in matters of breeding and romance, and that fact embarrassed her now that the season was upon them.