Swiftcurrent Creek I long to be loyal

Bazi was returning from a short excursion to the the base of the mountains that bordered them to the west, where she had hoped to find caves - and within them, saltrocks ('halite' was not in her vocabulary). A few hours' searching had revealed nothing, and when an internal rumble announced that it was time for lunch, she cut the search short and obliged. It would be quicker to return home and fish than attempt to catch land-based prey by herself.

A dark, unknown shape was skulking along the borders. Bazi sighed, reluctant to get involved in a lengthy border brawl, but just as she was about to arrange herself into a display of Creek dominance, the stranger lifted his leg to pee. "Oh!" She said to herself, but with enough volume to attract his attention. Tail neutral and ears perked up, she cantered to a spot within 20 yards of Jace. "You're a Creek wolf?"