stole the queen from her bed

Are you up for a spar? :) PM me if so and I'll start a friendly spar thread in the pit and have this be Bazi's first attack.

Bazi was a little surprised to find their captive so accepting of his fate. Cutthroat was a very ugly, violent name for someone so ... well-behaved. He submitted readily to her, but she caught his hot, roving eyes as they passed over her - and took that as an excuse to start something. There was a tightness in every muscle that cried out to be released.

"You're staring," she admonished him, struggling to keep her face serious as she stepped forward to sniff her inferior's face. If the women of the Creek were attractive, it was nothing compared the sudden influx of dashing men into Bazi's life. Tiarnán, long gone now but very much alive in her memory, had been the first to catch her eye with his long limbs and foreign appeal. Galileo and Scimitar had too, and she knew both Jace and Ferdie to be attractive breeding stock, as Fox would put it, though she had no romantic feelings for either of her Creek brothers.

But submission wasn't enough. She desperately wanted to fight, even if it wasn't to for rank or to draw blood, and Cutthroat seemed like a wolf that could handle himself. With this desire in mind, the white wolf bit at her dark pack-mate's muzzle and sprung back, lowering herself into a play-bow.