Swiftcurrent Creek creeper

Anyone - but newbies would be great! :D Set just outside the border of SC - I am bringing a migration NPC loner into this.

Initially, Bazi had milked her promotion for all it was worth - and looked a fool doing it. Being named second in command did not earn you respect; only the fragile opportunity to work for it. With many long-serving members of Swiftcurrent Creek now gone, the only thing that separated the pearly ghost from the wolves below her was the fact that she had served her time. That made her the de facto incumbent of the leadership position but not necessarily a good leader; a fact Bazi was becoming increasingly aware of.

She had stopped throwing her weight around unnecessarily. There had been no more meetings, no demands that subordinates submit more than was necessary. Relationships were fleeting here, and often failed to progress beyond polite exchanges about the weather.

That night, in the short time between absolute dark and sunrise, Bazi prowled the north-eastern edge of the border. She had caught a foreign scent on the breeze not 30 minutes before, and was zigzagging in the general direction of the murky wetlands. The sky was overcast and starless - a blessing for the northern import, whose fur made it very difficult to hide. She kept her head down and senses alert, staring hard into the gloom, watching and listening for any whisper of movement. Somewhere out there was a pair of eyes that didn't belong.