Swiftcurrent Creek I long to be loyal

"Ira?" Bazi had not yet had the pleasure - or the misfortune, if Jace was to be believed. "There's Njal - I think he must be Tuwawi's mate, we fished together near the plateau - and Bones, a Tortuga juvenile. Ferdie shares my den, and then.." she paused, searching for the right words. "Then there's Lecter, the medic. He's always covered in old, crusty blood. I don't really know what his deal is. I've caught the scent of a few more, but I haven't met them. Seems strange to me that we don't call a meeting when someone is brought into the pack." She trailed off, and turned to look down the line of their invisible borders. The distant sound of rushing creek water reminded her that she had returned home to eat; something her stomach confirmed with a loud, unladylike groan. Bazi made a face. "Maybe we should continue patrolling until we reach the creek - I've been scouting, and I'm famished. You can tell me about this Ira on the way - is he someone to watch out for?"