Ideally for anyone that might share Bazi's narrow-minded views.
After ejecting Shadow from Swiftcurrent Creek, Bazi had taken to wandering further afield. It struck her that the majority of the pack were unknown to her, and although she wanted to interrogate each one, the idea of being left with a pack of
zero members frightened her more than sharing a home with tolerant, open-minded hippies. She had avoided Paarthurnax completely for fear that she would depart with Shadow. Chances were she had already gone, and the thought made her heart ache.
It was overcast and windy on Porcupine Ridge. Bazi climbed nimbly among the stones, occasionally pressing her nose to the ground when the scent of wolf wafted up to her face. She needed loners - or traitors, either would do. If she wanted to cleanse Swiftcurent's ranks she needed to establish a solid core of likeminded individuals first and foremost.
I don't have a narrow minded wolf, but I have a neutral one :D
Jace limped along the ridge doing his best to stay away from the creek, but he couldn't stand to be on the mountain for too long. It made him feel claustrophobic. His muscles were knitting back together and the rips and tears were not as bad. His wounds had all turned to scabs, except for the ones inside his chest. HE didn't know if those could even turn into scabs.
As he limped along his gait uneven and screwed up a scent reached his nostrils and he softly breathed a silent Oh shit. Had he gotten to close to the borders of the creek? No he was on the ridge the creek was a little further on, he could be here right? I mean it was neutral territory, maybe the creek wolf wouldn't see him, he didn't realize it was his friend yet. He looked around trying to find a place to head that was not there.
Aww.. he's totally Bazi's oldest friend. :')
A friendly breeze carried a familiar scent into Bazi's nostrils. No sooner had she uttered
"Jace..?" than a familiar voice mumbled
"Oh, shit." Bazi frowned. Wasn't it Jace? She was sure of it, but.. why wouldn't he reveal herself? They were safe here, far from borders of any kind - the Vale wolves might have objected, but that pack was no more.
With swift, sure-footed steps, she moved among the rubble to the source of the noise, honing in on the battered, limping Sunspire wolf.
"Jace?" she called again, scanning the rocks for any sign of him.
Jace's ear's perked forward at the utterance of his name and he breathed a sigh of relief and turned back towards the smell. It was Bazi, thank the gods. He didn't exactly want to be railroaded by some other creek wolves. He looked up and wagged his tail at her. Sorry Bazi I didn't realize you were you until just now?
He looked around for an easy way up. He noticed a smaller goat trail and with a deep breath he started up the incline, until he was face to face with Bazi. He sat down heavily curling his tail around his paws and shifting all his weight off his sore one. Hey Bazi.