Swiftcurrent Creek Anagram

Fo' sho'! I'll blaze through. :D I think this is set after the cougar attack..

Bazi nodded. Jinx had been particularly harsh, but made fair points; every wolf in the pack had four legs and a nose - what made Bazi a better scout than, say, Njal, who was both larger and more experienced?

But Tuwawi knocked the thought out of her mind with a gentle nuzzle to the top of her head, which Bazi accepted with a cat-like purr and a deferent flick of her plush ears.

"Lecter," the youth replied, wrinkling her nose at the memory of their crusty shaman's musty odor. "And Bones - she's a sweetheart. We dragged that.. " Pause. Bazi bit down hard on her tongue. A raw, prominent scar marred the left right side of Tuwawi's face, ruining her lip. The cut was deep and violently inflicted - most certainly not the mark of another wolf. The newcomer's eyes flickered awkwardly between it and the more established female's eyes. "We dragged the cougar corpse into the river," she finished (at speed), "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. It looks well healed."