Swiftcurrent Creek they were lovers, you see

Super-duper - I figured that Lecter would never give Bazi a straight answer, so I hope it's OK that she asks. :D

Tyrande was nowhere to be found. Bazi had supposed Lecter would take the little wolf to his den, jiggle a skull at her and say something fancy and intimidating - but ultimately restore her freedom. To prove this to herself, Bazi sought out the area of the Creek that smelled most of decay, and waited for Tyrande to emerge. She would doubtless be hungry if desperation had driven her to chase vermin across a border.

But the sun rose, and Tyrande did not appear. Bazi searched, thinking that she inky youth might have slunk away unnoticed, but to no avail.

To he surprise, it was Lecter that she eventually spotted, hunched over something with a stick in his mouth. The hostage was nowhere to be seen. Bazi had spotted him doing similarly mysterious things since joining the Creek, but had never dared approach. Today, worry and the cumulative curiosity of several weeks moved her forward.

"Where is the girl?" she asked from a distance of ten or more meters, not close enough to see what the end of the 'brush' was doing.