Otter Creek south

Fox had no doubt that the creek would see its fair share of game this summer. The warmer months always brought food (or so she'd been told), and they had nothing to fear. Even with Tuwawi popping out little ones, Fox thought they would be fine. They would be down one wolf for a little while, but the pack's members were strong and resilient to even the worst of tragedies. They had lived through much together, and Fox believed they would continue to prosper.

“Tuwawi is probably our most adept hunter, although Njal is a good one as well. He led a hunt shortly after I arrived in the creek.” Fox was unsure if that was something he wanted to focus on, although it had seemed like it at the time. “Are you asking for the job?” Bazi was a smart one, and Fox liked her a great deal. Whatever sickness had plagued her at the border that day seemed to have disappeared completely, leaving the pristine-white girl fit as a kitten.