Set before the BWP, as clouds begin to gather.
Bazi awoke with an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach. It had no identifiable cause, and it was not until the skies started arming themselves for attack that she would understand that it had been a warning.
Still oblivious, Bazi set out for the site of Danica's demise. She had not asked Kaskara to bury the remains, but doubted there would be anything left - healthy meat did not last long in the wild. Several hours of futile searching confirmed her suspicion; there was nothing left. Not even bones.
But she did stumble on
something. There, hovering in the air like the sulphuric trail of a recently lit match, was a scent she recognized. Bazi blinked, searching her memory for its owner. The calling cards of lost and deceased wolves were piling up in the archives, and it took her some time to isolate
Tuwawi from the mess of data.
Bazi could scarcely believe her nose. Further investigation revealed other scents - foreign, but thick up on the land, marking a clear border between public land and claimed property. The mountain Alpha gaped up at the ragged ridge of rock ahead of her, rising above the previously inhabited glacier like a row of black teeth. If Tuwawi had found her way home.. where was Njal? And Maera?
Above the world, the skies had begun to darken.
I don't remember if Bazi was in Silver Creek the same time Tezca was...so I made it like he didn't know her b/c I don't want to assume, lol. :P
There was something on the horizon. Something was coming, if the omniscient clouds that roiled in the horizon were of any indication. Tezcacoatl was no naturalist but something in his gut told him that a storm was brewing that would rival all of the others he had witnessed in his life. His internal warning system did little to stop him though. He was on edge, he was weary but he still had patrols to run. In the nick of time, too, he thought, as the scent of another wafted his way, carried upon the winds as they blew, tousling through the chocolate tresses of his fur, ungentle. The scent was discernible as wolf and without hesitation the Rekkr made his way towards the ivory silhouette near his borders. Crystalline eyes were cold as he studied her, steps methodical as he drew nearer, body posture letting her know who he was so that his rank would not come into question. She smelled of a pack and this caused his hackles to rile against his spine for a few seconds. He had no interest in politics. He didn't care about the other packs in the North (though he did not immediately assume she was from one of them) — he didn't care about the other packs in the Wilds period — he wanted to be left alone and in he would all to gleefully return the favor. Yet, she deserved a chance to state why she was there.
“Can I help you with something?” He inquired. He was indifferent. Not unkind, per say, but he also just wanted to know why she was there.
Hey Karm! I figured I'd post here so your thread doesn't go dead! We can make these quick posts, if you like! :D
Edit: gonna tag you just because this is an old thread
@Bazi
Despite Tyrr's warning, Nochtli hasn't fled the area. Then again, she'd been expecting him to be so wrapped up in playing King of the Mountain that It was a surprise when she picked up his scent out here. A low rumble slipped from her throat, a sound oft absent from the girl's repertoire of only because she was very seldom angry. This one pushed her buttons enough a to illicit such things. Following the scent, she heard his voice faintly and frowned because soon after that, he disappeared. Whatever.
Once she was sure he was gone, Nocta slipped forward, issuing a sound to catch the other's attention. She smelled of pack, and with the skies above brewing like they were, she had to have been out here for something.
"What'd he run off for?" Judging by the lack of scent at the borders, it wasn't like he was leading a large amount of wolves. What had pulled him away?
"Sory to intrude. My name's Nochtli."