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Bazi's ears twitched. "Why's that?" If Fox was referring to the pack nestled in the lush bowl between the mountains, the Vale was the Creek's closest neighbours. She shared as much out loud, "Don't they live on our doorstep?" Perhaps that was the problem - winter offered slim pickings, and packs had to go further a field to satisfy the communal hunger. Back North, that had led to frequent and sometimes anti-social run-ins, but the culture had evolved into one of compromises and keeping one's temper in check as a result. Very rarely did a confrontation devolve into a scuffle.

"A few - Ferdie. And Bones; we disposed of what remained of that cougar. She told me... she told me that someone miscarried? Someone named Jinx?" Bazi still had not made the connection between the face and the name. According to rumour, the cat had attacked first - and the idea that other predators might also fail to be intimidated by a show of force rather than actual violence scared the diplomatic yearling considerably. A cougar was a joy next to an enraged grizzly.