Duck Lake wonderfully wandering alone

Duck Lake seemed to be the 'it' place to be this season. Bazi had taken to lurking in the bushes on a regular basis since spotting a Silvertip Mountain wolf there - a rare and peculiar sight on this side of the mountain for several reasons. But whoever this was, he didn't belong to Jinx. He shared no scent with the plateau, either, nor the vale - and he certainly wasn't of the Creek. Older, she noted from her hiding place, but well-fed and quite handsome for his age. Clear, blue-grey eyes studied the stranger for a while longer - until without warning, the wind changed, and she was no longer safe from detection.

Concerned that startling a stranger might land her in trouble, Bazi emerged from the shrubbery. Ferdie had forced her into the river and cleaned her coat, removing all traces of long (and messy) visits over the mountains. Thanks to his hard work, she shone like something otherworldly.

Bazi woofed gently to catch the stranger's attention, moving forward with light, cautious steps, posture neutral but alert. "Do you belong to a pack?" She asked, curious and duty-bound to know if Swiftcurrrent Creek was about to be encroached upon.