Horizon Ridge i do like to be beside the seaside

"Does your Dróttning not know there are packs to the south of her?"

Bazi assumed the foreign word meant leader, and thought of her brief encounter with the Creek's alpha - whose name she did not yet know, but those weren't details that Björn needed to know. "She does, I'm sure - I came straight here on the good doctor's orders, and haven't had time to acquaint myself with everyone yet." To the Creek wolf's great relief, the lofty gatekeeper relaxed his stance - she followed suit from the other end of the scale, pushing herself into a neutral sit to better address her greeter. They had similar eyes, she noticed now - hers lacked his depth, but they were from the same spectrum of colour.

He explained that theirs was the final bastion before the shore, and shared the location of a fourth pack. Bazi nodded, grateful for the information - she assumed there was longer, more inconvenient way to get back from the shore, and wondered how long it would take to go around the landslide. It was information worth sharing with her pack, anyway. "Thank you - you are very kind," she told him with a bright smile and gentle way of the tail, rising to follow, but remembered herself before stepping over the invisible boundary. "Did you lose anyone in the landslide?" The yearling's brow furrowed in concern. The worst of winter was over, but this was still not a forgiving time to have an incapacitated pack.