Swiftcurrent Creek playing house

Sounds like a plan - I need to tie up some loose ends before and start some promised threads first, but a hunt sounds good. We could do a dice-based one and include some other wolves, maybe. :D This'll be my last post.

Well - at least he wasn't of their ilk, Bazi thought, though she couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed. Slowly but surely, the little wolf was evolving into someone that not only shunned mysticism, but actively despised it. The feeling was as deep-rooted in her as the desire to worship was in those she thought so ridiculous, and every encounter with a believer stoked the fire.

But before Bazi could dig deeper into his blasé attitude towards rampant psychopaths, Ferdie unveiled his work. She made a delighted yipping sound and sprung lightly to her feet, inspecting the table with nose and paws alike. "It's beautiful, thank you," she murmured into the stone. Herbs were a relatively new interest, but one that was likely to grow now that there was space to experiment.

Stiff from digging, the girl allowed herself a long, luxurious stretch before flopping onto her side next to Ferdie, pressing the length of her back against his side for warmth. "We'll go find her together," she promised, also missing the connection. "And hunt and fish and pelts and all that."

Whatever Ferdie replied would have sounded like a conversation underwater, because within seconds of settling down, Bazi was asleep.