Swiftcurrent Creek our cup runneth over

Of all the new recruits, Bazi knew the least about Razo and his companion. She wasn't convinced that their past was entirely free of fraternization, and desperately wanted to pry - but neither wolf seemed the sort to share such things with a virtual stranger. Razo was ruthlessly charming but distant, preferring his own company. She knew him to be an accomplished medic, but that was about it, and it came as a pleasant surprise when the slim, athletic male deposited a recently despatched rodent at her feet.

"..thank you," she said, studying the male's flourescent yellow eyes. This was the first time anyone in the pack had brought her a kill. They submitted willingly enough, but it wasn't because they respected her - she had accepted that now. What reason did a vagabond crew of randomers have to hold a mere yearling in high regard? She was green, and they knew it.

"I'll call someone else, too. Scimitar?" she suggested, and bent to pick the gift from the floor. It was small, but the first thing a subordinate wolf had offered her, and trotted swiftly to the mouth of her den to deposit the den.