Swiftcurrent Creek yesterday's news · pack activity

Bones was largely unaffected by the pack's splintering. Then again, not much could get under Bones's skin. She loved life and all parts of it, even the least expected and/or less pleasant bits. She hadn't lost anyone close to her in the move and she was still in touch with the one wolf she did consider a friend (Ira). Everybody else she liked was still here at the creek.

That included Bazi, whom young Bones tracked today, incidentally leading her to an impromptu, informal pack gathering. Looking around a bit sheepishly, the silvery youth sat down next to the pack's Gamma, facing Cap'n Fox with an easygoing smile on her face. She listened as the leader gave a brief speech, then announced her reasoning for the assembly: a fishing contest.

Bones immediately leaped to her feet, her excitement bordering on overbearing. "Fishing's me favorite sport!" she said so loudly and forcefully that spittle sprayed from her muzzle. "You're all gonna sink like ships against me skills!" she crowed, eyeballing the competition and complementing this boastful threat with an open-mouthed grin to show that she was being playfully competitive.