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Although Lecter was decidedly strange and creepy, Fox had to admit that he was useful. It seemed he had helped Bazi as well, for the white girl looked good as new. No longer wobbling around like a drunk baby, the new resident of Swiftcurrent had certainly been busy since Fox had last seen her. Fox, of course, had been busy just trying to get her body to work properly again. It would get there, but it would take time. Thankfully, no bones had been broken in the process, since it was only a flesh wound. Strangely enough, Fox had actually met the warden that Bazi was speaking of, though she did not know it. It sounded as if the creek was not the only pack susceptible to disasters, as the ridge had suffered its own, larger-scale catastrophe recently.

“That’s all good information to know,” replied Fox honestly. Bazi could not have been much larger than Fox, and the Alpha wondered how well she would do in a fight. This thought was not abnormal, for strength and fighting ability tended to be at the top of Fox's list when scrutinizing anybody. Then again, Bazi's strengths were obviously elsewhere. She seemed eager to please Fox not through physical prowess, but through her adventuring and information-gathering abilities.

Still, if Bazi was planning on keeping up with her adventuring, she would need to know how to defend herself. “Tell me, Bazi, do you know how to keep yourself safe out there?” Fox gestured vaguely toward the borders.