Swiftcurrent Creek Mirror, tell me who's the loneliest of all

Jace picked up on the cue and trotted off in the direction of the nearest cache. It was mostly thanks to him that Swiftcurrent Creek had a number of buried meals that bordered on ridiculous - Bazi preferred the hunt. The matured kill was dropped at Scout's feet, and the Beta nodded to confirm that yes, he could eat that now.

"Whilst you're recovering, you could find some of the other lower tier wolves and organize a fishing competition?" she suggested, planting her rear on the ground and craning her neck to clean her shoulder. Ferdie was less and less present, robbing Bazi of the luxury of a personal groomer. Preening had to be fitted in around everything else.

"An' u'll 'eed a den," she added without looking up, voice distorted as she nibbled hard at a knot-in-the-making.