Otter Creek south

Bazi seemed content with the creek, and for that, Fox was grateful. They needed loyal comrades who stuck around through the thick and thin, and she sincerely hoped that Bazi was one of those types. One could never be too sure, for Fox had seen several wolves come and go just in her short time alive that she never would have expected. The only thing she expected now was for everybody to eventually leave. Most had perfectly valid reasons, of course, but that did not make the burn any less painful.

“I think so, too,” she replied after a pause. The creek may have dwindled in numbers, but those who stuck around were some of the most loyal and family-like wolves Fox could ever imagine. To think of any of them leaving left her with a certain sense of anxiety, even as much as she wanted to keep herself emotionally detached from such things. Haunter was the one she worried about the most, although she knew from the very beginning that he would not stick around.

“Have I told you of how I came to lead the creek?” she asked. Fox was one of two remaining founding members of the creek. The other was Njal, who showed no intention of slipping away into the night. Still, it left only two souls alive who had been with Swiftcurrent from the beginning, and Fox was eager to share the story of its past with those who showed promise of sticking to it.