Nova Peak ghosts :: no two wolves are the same

From her vantage point on Nova Peak, Bazi had seen him approach the borders. Kaskara had accepted him without too much questioning - wise, she decided, since the move had decimated their numbers and left them vulnerable in an unknown place. A bad wolf was still bad, no matter how long you interviewed him for.


It wasn't until much later that Bazi descended into the Northwood to meet the new arrival, picking her way smoothly down the side of the mountain. Swiftcurrent Creek had not robbed the Alpha of her surefootedness. Once in the forest, she flared her nostrils to catch his scent - there was Scimitar's, thick upon the land, and the more recent trail of a passing pup. Bazi pushed on, swallowing down her ever-present nausea.

She spotted him through the trees before long - white as she was, with a much broader build. He moved nervously, taking stock of his surroundings. Bazi stepped out from behind the trees and announced herself with a loud cough, tail swaying and posture relaxed. The need to constantly assert herself was a trait that belonged with her first stint as Alpha - this time was different. She was to become a mother, and birth the first children of Nova Peak.

"Well aren't you all shiny and new," she declared, "Welcome."