Swiftcurrent Creek school trip

I was just going to let you decide, but Ferdie's way is good! :D

Bazi stuck her tongue at Ferdie over her shoulder, but admitted the trick. "Yes. But that doesn't mean you should relax," she continued, addressing the pup but speaking into the empty half-light ahead. "The wind is either your greatest ally our your worst enemy - and it's very fickle. If it's not blowing in your favour, disguise your scent. Roll in mud - hide in strong-smelling flowers. If it isn't blowing at all, assume that it will soon. Sometimes, you want your scent to run ahead of you - to warn sentries that you're on your way, especially if you're delivering a message to a foreign pack. You never know if their guardians are going to be friendly." Ragnar was probably the friendliest warden Bazi had ever met, and even he had been reserved and watchful.

They were making good time, even with a child in tow - Nightingale did her best to keep up with the pace, springing into a skittish canter whenever the adults pulled ahead. "What has Ferdie taught you?" she asked - reluctant to ask in case she found it wasn't enough, but desperate to know all the same. The whelp had shared her den, her food, and try as she might, Bazi was not without heart.