Arrow Lake tell me a tale true

Bazi eyed Majesty suspiciously, but made no move to escape his company. When he revealed that Jinx was short a member and that the island off the coast - Wheeling Gull Isle, apparently - had been claimed, she was both irritated and intrigued; irritated because she had longed to explore it, intrigued because the a Silvertip alpha scorned was a wrathful creature indeed.

As long as they were sharing this bowl of rock, she might as well take advantage. The apology was left hanging; the matter had been dealt with on the day, and there was nothing to apologize for - or forgive. Majesty had - intelligently - done as Fox had bid him. "You left Jinx?" Bazi asked as she moved with slow, deliberate steps around the water - in the newly crowned alpha's direction. The water carried their words easily, but she wanted to get a proper look at him. A dramatized version of Majesty's departure from Silvertip Mountain played out in her imagination, bringing a wry half-smile to the Creek beta's lips. "And what did she think to that?"