Jade Fern Grove home grown and a little hideous

Probably Haven, then. Bazi left it unsaid, thinking Pasha would make the same assumption. She bobbed her head left and right as they progressed along the edge of the Grove, double-checking Pasha's work with a stern expression. A little light on scent in places, and she reinforced their invisible wall by occasionally scraping the earth or rubbing her tail against tree trunks.

"Nothing that interesting," she told him, smiling wryly at his apparent excitement. "Although your mother did boot several wolves out of the pack at Swiftcurrent Creek when they weren't falling in line." Danica had not deserved it, and Shadow had done nothing more than rub her the wrong way. Still - the former was dead now, and the latter long gone; why should their names not live on in exaggerated tales? "Stragglers just.. don't tend to last. There's nothing keeping them here, and it takes a long time to earn a place in a pack as old as ours." Morgana was already on her way out - Bazi had not caught a fresh scent in days. Haven and Ayana were doing better, and Tryphon.. well, he was a strange one.

The Grove mother narrowed her eyes and cast a conspiratorial look at her pint-sized Scimitar clone. She couldn't help herself from doing just a little bit of shit-stirring. "You never know, though. Ayana came from Blackfeather Woods, and I just don't trust that black one. Keep an eye on them," she advised, "And go with your gut. If something smells wrong, it usually is." Apart the 30 times in Bazi's life when that had not been the case at all, but whatever. She was too busy mom-ing like a champion to worry about teaching the nuances.