Ravensblood Forest of the third kind

Tiarnán stood, but something about her chosen direction made him shrink back and shake his head. Before Bazi could attempt to coax him, wolf bum and earth connected with a firm 'thud' that sounded very permanent.

"No?" Bazi repeated, shaking her head to connect word and gesture. She feigned a hurt look and took a few more steps, but whatever effect it had on Tiarnán internally did not translate into movement. Was he afraid of straying too close to Silvertip Mountain? They were miles away - even Jinx would be hard pressed to claim that the forest belonged to her, given its proximity to Horizon Ridge. The Plateau, perhaps? But every wolf that hailed from that pack - Blue Willow and Osprey - had been so nice to her. Thoughts drew soft crinkles over Bazi's eyes.

He had to come with her, that much she knew. Or at the very least, set up camp at some location close to Swiftcurrent Creek. Suddenly struck by an idea, Bazi turned towards the coast instead. If they couldn't trek through the flatlands, they could always go around - provided they masked their scent by travelling as close to the ocean water as possible. The way Björn had watched her suggested that Horizon Ridge considered the beach part of their claim.

She took a few steps in the direction of the salty sea air, inviting him with a soft wave of her tail. "Yes?" A nod, this time.