Blacktail Deer Plateau i just cannot even

For @Osprey @Yerpso the Elder. :) Bazi is a the north-western border, below the plateau.

Witnessing Björn's sacrifice to his gods had left Bazi visibly shaken. To calm her nerves and mull it over, she journeyed to the coast, keeping well west of the river that separated Horizon Ridge from unclaimed shore. A vicious wind agitated the water, so she settled for staring moodily at the horizon from dry land instead of the cleansing salt bath that had been the initial plan.

Distance allowed her to rationalize aspects of Björn actions. The cub wouldn't have survived, she knew that, but she felt an ache in her chest each time the memory of its desperate mewl replayed. It was the fact that that the babe had been dispatched as a sacrifice that bothered her. There had been a reverence in Björn's features as he addressed the voices in his head that Bazi could not - would not - accept was anything but insanity. What would happen when his gods whispered again? Would a wolf die? Bazi made a disgusted sound, and turned south - on her way back, she cut straight through Ravensblood Forest, and after a lengthy trek through grassy flatland caught the scent of unknown wolves. She was at a border, and it did not belong to the ridge.

Bazi stashed the day's trauma into the back of her mind, and took a seat at the edge of the invisible line that separated free territory from pack land. Ahead of her was an imposing, wooded plateau, and she assumed that she must be sitting at the packs outermost north-western border. The dainty scout thought back to her encounter at the ridge, and made the decision to howl rather than wait, lest someone mistook her presence there for spying. A high, feminine howl spiraled into the air and wafted south. Bazi waited, eyes bright and plush ears facing forward - with any luck, her greeter would be of friendlier ilk than those wolves she had encountered elsewhere.