Kintla Flatlands it's the hap-happiest season of all.

He had to withhold a snort of amusement as the name 'Batsy' escaped his companion's mouth. Close -- and yet there was a sneaking suspicion that Fox, if ever telling the story of the ivory she-wolf, might have purposefully mispronounced her name as well. "Bazi," he corrected, a lopsided grin smoothing over his lips.

Of course, with this connection between them now, Scimitar knew his anonymous advice-taking minutes were now over. Standing, the large wolf gave a great shake of his cinnamon pelt, releasing a low chuff of disappointment to how the conversation had turned. "I'm afraid you know too much now for me to tell you," he spoke, giving his muzzle an idle shake. Last thing he needed was an informant to the ex'Creek leader running home to tell her how much of a mess the Creek was in emotionally -- Fox would either not give another thought toward it, or.. would be far too tickled by it.