Otter Creek south

Fox thought it important (for some reason or another) for those who ran with the creek to know of its history. She wanted them to know the story of how it came to be and how it got to where it was. Considering Fox had been with Swiftcurrent since its foundation, it seemed only natural that she would be the one to chronicle its history. When Bazi confessed that she did not know, Fox began to weave the words together.

“Lethe, a wolf that Jinx knew, founded the pack. It was by chance that I ended up in the Teekon Wilds on the night that the claiming howl resounded, otherwise I may have continued traveling.” There was something about being a part of something new that had resonated with Fox, which was why she had stopped that night. “I joined in their claim, and I was welcomed by Lethe. Njal was there, along with Lecter. There were others, but they are long gone now.” Solene was the only one whose name she remembered off-hand.

“Jinx and Ira joined us a few weeks after… but the pack was thrown for a loop when Lethe, for reasons unknown, tossed herself into the creek and let herself drown.” Fox would never understand Lethe's reasons, nor was she sure that she wanted to. There was nothing in particular that had been going on with the creek at that point, for they were still quite new and fresh. “When her body was discovered, I instantly knew that the claim would be mine. Nobody challenged me, perhaps foolishly so, and Swiftcurrent fell into my lap.”

It had felt like Swiftcurrent Creek was handed to her on a silver platter, but even if she had not earned it then, she felt she had earned it now. The wolves, while few, were loyal and close to one another. They had overcome many tragedies in a short amount of time, giving them quite a rocky start, but somehow they had stuck together and come out of it better. Bazi had now witnessed this first-hand with the coyotes at their borders.