Duck Lake wonderfully wandering alone

"No, I don't have the pleasure, or displeasure as some say."

Bazi breathed a sigh of relief - that meant he didn't pose a threat (not the kind she was wary of, at least), and had everything to offer. The effects on her physical presence were immediately; she met his smile with one of her own, and swept her tail to and fro a few times in greeting. He even bowed, which charmed her.

"On purpose?" Bazi asked, taking a few steps closer, head cocked curiously to one side. He had kind, dark eyes that reminded her of Tiarnán's - but that wasn't a train of thought meant for this moment. "I belong to Swiftcurrent Creek," she told him, indicating to the distant body of rushing water in the north. "My name is Bazi - I'm one of the outriders. We scout - keep track of what's happening beyond the borders."