Snowforest Taiga Some turn to dust or to gold

"I'm an outrider," the girl informed her curtly. Envy spread through Bazi's chest - or acid reflux, she couldn't quite tell any more. Like anyone with a pack to look after and an impending first birth, there were moments when she wanted to shed her skin, run away, and start afresh. She felt that feeling now, looking at slim little Saena and all of the wonderful unknowns ahead of her.


Bazi put another two steps' worth of distance between herself and her makeshift toilet. She was parched - her urine had a strong smell to it, and her mouth was dry. It was high time she went home - but Bazi was determined to make a useful, non-baby-related contribution to the world before she did so. "If you are looking for recruits, there are always loners near the water," she offered, meaning the ocean. Saena didn't look like she meant to settle in the mountains, crushed between two large groups of ex-Swiftcurrent wolves (as far as Bazi knew, the Glacier was still a fully functional pack).