Arrow Lake tell me a tale true

Far enough away from the Creek that Bazi has no reason to be hostile, if you're from another pack!

That day, the Swiftcurrent Beta had may her way up the mountain to visit the source of the lifeblood that supported her pack. The climb was a long and arduous one, filled with more near misses than she would have liked - Bazi thought of herself as sure-footed, and cursed her recent lack of practice. Scout would have to fatten up quickly so that he could accompany her on a longer trip to the coast.

Upper Arrow Lake was black and narrow, and the water shivered where playful gusts swooped down to tickle its surface. There was precious little vegetation, but a lick of pale, sandy beach bordered it on all sides. It took Bazi quite some time to pick her way down, and she marked the route with urine - the breadcrumb of the wolf - to ease the way back. Once down, she fell sideways into the soft sand and exhaled deeply, eyes closing against the grains of sand that danced in the breeze. It was quiet here, and she relished that rare silence now.