Swiftcurrent Creek a seven nation army couldn't hold me back

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Fox squatted, marking the territory with her scent to make sure that others would know that this land was decidedly claimed. Keeping the borders fresh was a large part of her duty. Bazi's scent was thick upon it as well, and Fox was pleased. Njal's was less so, and she was already considering booting him from his position. He simply wasn't stepping into the position as much as she had hoped. She still knew he was valuable, and considering he and Tuwawi had a litter on the way, she thought it may be less useful to have him as her second Beta. Perhaps he did better in the lower ranks. She mulled over this, but had not yet made a decision.

Squatting a final time, she sniffed the marking and then turned into the creek. Fox trotted at a leisurely pace, having nowhere in particular to go. She was about halfway to the creek's heart when she sniffed out Scimitar. She did not think she had seen him since she had intercepted him at the border, and she wondered why she had not sought him out prior. He was young, strong, and a perfect specimen. Fox wasted no time in trotting toward him, ears perked up as she approached him.

“Scimitar,” she greeted, a friendly nip to his shoulder (should he allow her to get close enough). “You look well.”