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Bazi breathed a quiet "Oh.". That made more sense. Tyrande was certainly unpredictable, pulled this way and that by whatever flood of emotion was prince that day. "She may cause trouble for Jinx, then," she murmured. "She pledged to serve us if we needed it - even showed extreme submission. It seemed very wrong. I don't think she quite understands what it means to belong to a pack. But - that's not our problem now, as you said.. I didn't accept, of course," she hurried to add.

Bazi wasn't particularly fond of Jinx - which was unfair, since 99% of what she had heard was hearsay, biased opinions, and very fleeting encounters. That said, she had no doubt that the Silvertip alpha was more than capable of dealing with her own. There was power in that woman, a force of personality that Bazi could not help but admire.

She nodded at Fox's assessment - pressure from the Vale wolves had waned, and no-one was in immediate physical danger. They were unlikely to suffer from a landslide, and floods were unlikely to have any lasting effect. "And pups?" she probed, struck quite suddenly by the thought. "Will there be any this year?"