Swiftcurrent Creek and now what?

"My mother used to tell me that if I continued not to listen to her that my ears would fall off..."

Of all things, that made Bazi smile. Her own mother had ripped an unrepentant offspring's ear clean off in front of the entire pack, pups included, and proceeded to read the riot act whilst the unfortunate miscreant writhed and cried and bled. It wasn't something you forgot. So homesick was the little female at this point that any shared experiences, even awful, traumatic experiences, fostered closeness. She rose onto thin, mud-caked legs took a delicate step forward just as Haunter looked away, peering at the ragged remains of his ear. It didn't look like a clean cut, as you would expect from a meeting of teeth and flesh. "Did she take your ear? What did you do?" she pressed, closer to him now than he had dared come to her since the stalking began.