Nova Peak I want to belong.

Big stung Bazi's ears. She was painfully aware of her size, and mortified at the prospect of having to drag a sad, flaccid belly around for the rest of her life. "Pregnant," she corrected firmly in a gap between his sentences, and continued to listen. Whether he actually meant pregnant was a different story - she had not considered that perhaps the wolf in question was just... large.


The rest of his explanation was difficult to follow. "So you're from the sea.." Bazi repeated slowly, "You washed away in the water - somehow - and ended up with another pack..?" Was that Björn or whatever his name was still active near the coast, perhaps, that guardian on the ridge? He wasn't particularly young, though. Bazi's brow furrowed. "Do you know how long you were walking before you ended up here? Why did you leave, exactly?" Or was that information lost to trauma, too?