Swiftcurrent Creek connection

/pounces

Though she fancied herself a scout and had earned that badge officially, Bazi spent more time within Swiftcurrent Creek now than when she had first joined. There was plenty to hunt and explore in their side of the mountains, and to risk injury or fights by straying into the western flatlands - which was now encircled by packs that were mostly hostile to outsiders - was as unnecessary as it was unwise. She hadn't travelled further than the hot springs in days, and hadn't done that alone.

Staying at home meant patrolling, and it was whilst performing this duty that she happened upon the stranger's scent. Quick, light steps took the white little wolf to Scimitar, who was anything but little. Despite the difference in size, Bazi swung her tail high over her back to indicate that she was a wolf of the Creek, ears perched tall on her head as she stepped to within four or five meters.

He's a tank, Bazi thought, and tried to guess the other wolf's age from the mere look of him. Three - maybe older; there was something weathered about his face, but most loners shared that look. Before addressing Scimitar herself, she called first for @Fox, then @Jace and @Ferdie von Pelt - just in case. "I've called for our alpha, Fox," she said. It was clear from his stance that this wolf wished to be granted entry into Swiftcurrent Creek. The fact that he knew the rules - and the sheer physical size of him - would stand him in good stead, at least from Bazi's point of view. They needed obedient muscle.