stole the queen from her bed

Initially, Bazi had been surprised that a Tortuga wolf had been allowed to remain with Swiftcurrent Creek, but the terms of Fox's agreement with Cutthroat soothed her concerns well enough. Someone had to pay for the loss of Bones - someone alive - and so far he had served his sentence well.

Bazi had yet to meet the turncoat captive, but today she sought him out. The recent clash between Swiftcurrent and the gang of raiders was still a fresh memory, and the young Beta had been antsy and irritable ever since. The great calm she had felt as she dispatched Killick had long since worn off, and she claimed something more now. Danger - a fight - a chase. Something.

She found him easily enough, loping without purpose through the sticky air. There was no denying that he was a handsome wolf; well built, energetic, and carrying a history of experiences as a marauder that most of the Creek's younger inhabitants could only dream of.

Bazi righted her posture and puffed out her chest as she approached him, tail held in a pseudo-dominant position. She didn't know if Killick's death had meant anything to the pirate, but if it had, she wanted to give him the chance to take it out on the wolf responsible. Njal was always pushing for the wolves of Swiftcurrent Creek to spar, and today she itched to obey.

A low woof announced her, if Cutthroat had not already noticed the bright, girl-shaped cloud already.