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"Tell me, Bazi, do you know how to keep yourself safe out there?"

Bazi's nose followed the alpha's gesture into the distant wilderness, hit the horizon, and bounced back. She regarded Fox for a moment. Their Creek's leader was small in stature and relatively thin at 60-something pounds (Bazi pushed 80 when the hunting was good), but that didn't seem to stop her from getting into scraps - despite her youth, she bore three obvious scars and likely numerous others hidden beneath her bright, red-brown coat. "I prefer not to fight," Bazi answered truthfully. "Not if it's easier to run, or talk, or wait for back-up. But everyone changes when they're cornered.. I just won't look for it." The bright-white Mu curled her tail around and placed both front paws on it to keep warm. "Are you worried about something? I will work on it more actively if you think there's a threat, of course." It felt a little strange to submit to someone so close to her own age, but Fox must have proven herself capable to be leading a pack of 10+ individuals. Shar-Kali had been 5 at the time of Bazi's birth, and a well-established alpha, but she too had been young and inexperienced once.