Ravensblood Forest brief encounters

Jinx and Lecter were gone, and had taken a sizable bite out of the Creek’s ranks on their way out. Ira, Sitri, and even Tyrande, who had been made to endure the shaman’s ritualistic abuse, no longer belonged to Fox. The split left a healthy core behind, and for the most part Bazi was happy about it - but she could not understand why Tyrande would willingly leave with a psychopathic abuser. Being young and headstrong, she decided that the only way to find out was to interrogate the wolf in question, and set off to do just that before the thought of rising had crossed the sun’s figurative mind.

By the time she reached the outskirts of Ravensblood Forest, it was late, and she tired, cranky, and beginning to question her motives for straying so far from the pack without a chaperone. Ferdie’s warnings whispered in the background of every thought, and she was becoming painfully aware of how ill-suited she was to the backdrop. The failing light did nothing to camouflage her - even in the faintest moonlight, the Creek wolf glowed like a beacon.

Tiarnán had the opposite problem. His scent betrayed him long before the sight of him did, and had he not stepped out from the cover of the trees, Bazi might have walked right into him. The stranger leggy and long, and there was a certain air of anxiety about the way he moved. He hadn’t come from the Creek, and she wondered if this was Jinx’s newest recruit (which would give her reason to be cautious, given the sort of company the former Beta seemed to attract).

”Hello?” Bazi woofed softly, stepping out from behind the cover of foliage. She kept her tail low and swaying softly, muscles tensed for flight.