Otter Creek south

It surprised her to see Fox so far from the Creek, but she took it as a sign that those that remained within the borders were trusted. Ferdie and Jace were more than capable of looking after things at home, and Bones - being a tough Tortuga lass, after all - was not a lady to be messed with. Njal and Tuwawi were leading a more secluded life of late, doing heaven knows what within the confines of their den. Bazi had passed near it one night, and the wild cacophony of noises had both intrigued and frightened her. She had hunch as to what they were up to, but didn't dare think on it too much. Those were adult topics.

"Not yet," she replied, making a show of squinting into the southern horizon. "I was hoping to catch a glimpse of some herds and see which side of the mountain they would pick. I would pick the Creek side, if I was a grass-eater." The Kintla flatlands were hemmed in on all sides by mountains, forest, ocean, and - most importantly - four wolf packs. "Do we have a lead hunter?" she asked, betting on Njal.