Swiftcurrent Creek connection

Bazi itched to ask questions, but kept silent in deference to Fox, whose friendly nudge she paid back in kind. Have you ever lost a fight? she wanted to ask, To who? Their alpha's face said very little about what she thought - her words even less - but Bazi thought she saw a glimmer of something in her leader's otherwise cool, grey eyes. The Gamma's gaze flitted between the tank at their borders and the small wisp of a girly - comparatively speaking - at the Creek's helm.

Was she considering.. ?

Fox's ambition burned bright - brighter than Bazi's, but that particular race was still in its early stages. As alpha, it would be well within her right to claim this man as hers. Scimitar was an impressive wolf, well worthy of that honour, the pale yearling noted in the privacy of her mind - and not without a pang of jealousy. Life alone had worn him down at the edges, but he was far from defeated. Bazi had to keep a girlish impulse to giggle in check when he spoke of loyalty - and so eloquently, too. She took a step back to watch the stranger interact with Fox, gaze trained on his impossibly bright, aquamarine eyes. This was one to watch.