Swiftcurrent Creek i'm just the muscle

Scimitar made a sound that might have been distantly related to a laugh. Bazi suppressed the instinct to giggle back, the result of which was a brief shudder and audible swallowing. He was very together, presumably an artefact of age, and she envied him that effortless calm. It was an aura shared by Njal, who commanded respect simply by existing. The much younger beta female struggled here, fluttering erratically between cold decisiveness and the much sweeter, much more likable character she seemed to suppress. It didn’t suit the position to prance gaily about Swiftcurrent Creek (Fox certainly didn’t, and Shar-Kali never had), and Bazi wasn’t yet confident enough to just be, without editing or forethought.

Scimitar’s answer and then his question was met by a short silence, during which time Bazi started intently at the older wolf’s impossibly bright eyes, as if hoping to find the correct answer there. ”Beta .. is enough for me,” she eventually managed, her mouth forming the words awkwardly. ”And I like Fox.” True enough, even though she sometimes felt the pack would benefit from a pushy, more obviously inspiring leader. Bazi filed the question away to ponder further, and turned the spotlight back in Scimitar. ”Why didn't you? Start a pack. Where did you come from?”