Nova Peak thought you'd never ask

Bazi seemed distant to him, as of late. It was no wonder, given Danica's death, and while he would try to soothe her mind and heart as best he could, at times, it would seem he only seemed to push her away even more. Having planted a kiss upon her cheek and leaving her for the day, mostly to offer her some space, the cinnamon wolf found himself brushing past his borders, the mountains descent a welcome change for a stolen moment.

Their numbers were not terrible -- but they could do better. It seemed the Peak was less central to what the Creek had been, and they attracted far less attention because of it.. for which he was grateful. Still, his bright eyes would drift to the distance, noting the neighboring mountain with mild apprehension. Kaskara had informed him the leader of whatever pack had settled there requested an alliance of sorts.. but he had yet to seek them out and determine what their angle truly was. And.. he was not entirely sure he was interested.

HIs paws led him further from his home, and when his gaze would drift away from the scenery in the distance, he would then spy a rather petite and fiery form -- one that was completely familiar, and yet changed in so many ways. He had always enjoyed Fox's company -- much to Bazi's dismay, and for a brief moment, recalled the time she had led them at the Creek. Lingering, he hesitantly began to move closer, uncertain if she would welcome the company or not. Fox had never been a creature he had been able to read.