Swiftcurrent Creek Lost and Confused

For the second time in one day Razo loped through the territory carrying two roughly torn pieces of supple birch bark with a layer of medicinal supplies stuck between. He was going to Ferdie for his own very selfish reasons, and not in fact because of the case Jace had pled or because he cared at all. Ferdie, for the moment, was still part of Swiftcurrent Creek; on the off-chance that Fox didn’t chase him from the pack he would need to be back in peak physical condition sooner than later.

Serengeti’s second howl had just ended on the breeze when he approached them at a brisk trot, slowed smoothly and stopped entirely not a metre in front of them, placing his neat little birch-wrapped package at his feet before he levelled his gaze.

I heard you the first time, he said gruffly, directing his words towards Ren although he looked only at the sorry sight of Ferdie while his hackles bristled in warning. If Ferdie made a move he didn’t like, he would lose no sleep over ending him then and there. And that’s enough navel-gazing. Doctor’s orders, you know, he said, giving a very slight and wolfish shrug as if it was out of his hands and he wouldn’t be able to pull any strings. His keen ears had picked up a few words as he’d gotten close and he didn’t at all care for the touchy-feely, here.