Swiftcurrent Creek i'm just the muscle

Scimitar's face said very little about what he was thinking, and Bazi was starting to wonder if he had missed the joke. His eventual response lacked the colour of jest, leaving her to presume that he actually wanted an answer. "No," she replied flatly, fanning one ear back in thought. Fox had never etched her rules into stone tablets, but they were simple enough to deduce - keep the peace, protect the pack. Beyond that, the wolves of Swiftcurrent were free to do as they pleased; Fox did not actively demand loyalty or do much to inspire it in herself as an individual. Hers was a casual style of leadershp, and it didn't suit everyone.

"She seemed interested enough in you at the borders," Bazi clarified, unaware that Scimitar was already makig his own connections. "You're.." A good specimen? A sudden rush of girlishness rushed through the feisty little beta, softening her gaze and leading it in a swift, you-didn't-see-me-do-that glance at the vast brute's broad chest. ".. her type," she settled on, complementing the statement with a somewhat uncertain smile. He didn't seem the type to chit-chat about personal matters, and Bazi was quickly learning that holding back sometimes got you more than pushing.