Ravensblood Forest of the third kind

"Khat--" he started - vestiges a fading dream, Bazi assumed, and grinned shyly at Tiarnán's irreverent gaze.

But metaphorical fly buzzed ever louder in her ears. She had a diminished pack to serve and duties to attend to - Tyrande was no longer her responsibility, and to risk her life by sleeping in the shadow of Horizon Ridge and Silvertip Mountain would serve no-one.

Slowly, begrudgingly, Bazi rose to her feet, easing into a cat-like stretch with her rump in the air. The temporary bed had soiled her left side, and she would need to stop for a rinse on the way home - or wait until they were safely within Creek borders for a longer bath.

They. Bazi glanced back at the spindly youth on the ground. How would she convince him to come with her without words? Perhaps he would just follow if she started to leave. Fox had told them to look out for lone wolves to recruit, and this one was both young and strong. The language barrier was a problem, but if she promised to watch him.. but that was a problem for later. Right now, she needed to guide him half-way across the map - without running into Silvertip, Ridge, or Plateau guardians.

"Come," she urged, nodding her head in the direction of the Flatlands. It would be easier to travel south-east along the river and cross the mountains near Sunspire Peak. To enforce the invitation, she moved around to give his rump a firm nudge with the side of her muzzle.