Swiftcurrent Creek redrum

Bazi raised her head to see Jace standing there with an expression of deep worry on his face that far outmatched her own. The pearly white girl frowned delicately, cocking her head. "I'm mostly fine.." she replied, searching the dark wolf's enigmatic face with her sharp, curious eyes. "But you seem a bit out of sorts."

The invasion of Tortuga wolves had been hard on them all - especially those close to Bones - but Jace always came out of confrontations worse for wear, as if it took every ounce of available energy to cling to his soul in those moments. She didn't doubt that his 'affliction' had reared its head, though she had been too busy with her own fight to notice.

Her own problem was the opposite of Jace's bloodlust. She too had killed, but it had been one of the calmest, most controlled moments of her young life - and that felt like a strange thing to be feeling when a life was draining out between your teeth. Bazi rolled onto her belly to address her Creek brother properly, sleek forelegs crossing in front of her. "What does it feel like, Jace? When you lose yourself."