Otter Creek south

“I meet everyone who comes to the borders,” Fox replied with a wry grin. Whether or not it was a friendly meeting was up to the wolf who arrived on her doorstep. Those who acted appropriately were welcomed with open arms, and those who did not were put through trials and tribulations. Bazi had witnessed this first-hand, as her own first appearance at the borders had been quite literally shaky.

“It would do us well to have some older blood among us. Swiftcurrent is a pack of young wolves, myself included.” Fox knew there was value in elders, even if she was wary of them trying to overthrow her. It was a shame Jinx had left them, because although she only had a year on Fox, she had already led (at least) one pack previously. Fox would grow and learn, but not without a few inevitable mistakes along the way.