Blacktail Deer Plateau i just cannot even

Bazi's story. She smiled widely at that. It was far more exciting than her actual, much shorter history, which didn't have much of a plot. There were no golden tusks, no queens, and no spirits.

"I'll treasure it. And re-tell it - maybe not as well, though." There wasn't much depth to Bazi's imagination, and her story-telling was a bit flat - she wondered how Osprey had come to possess such a talent for it. Her eyes drifted to the plateau in the distance. It offered better protection than the Creek did, boasting natural barriers on all sides. "Is everyone here like you? Friendly, I mean," she asked, squinting at the hint of a treeline on top of the plateau. This was by far the most relaxed reception she'd had at a pack's borders - Swiftcurrent Creek included.