Sheepeater Cliff consume

Bazi had departed Swiftcurrent Creek at the same time as the warriors headed for the Sunspire. Her invented truths about Jace and Ferdie had not yet hardened into facts, though she desperately wanted to loathe them both.

It was easier to hate Ferdie. Thinking back on their conversations, it was clear that he had been an alpha too long to go back to to a subordinate role - it had driven him mad, and Bazi thought that incredibly petty; bordering on ridiculous. When it came to the crunch, pack mattered above all else. Sure, her own promotion had come with a sense of euphoria - but that had been short-lived, and a demotion now would not turn her into a lunatic. Ferdie had attacked his own - and that was that.

But Jace - it was harder to hate him. She needed more time to layer his memory with lies.

To distract herself, the girl had journeyed to Sheepeater Cliff. A large dinner rested happily in her belly, and her she made swift, sure-footed progress through the rocky terrain. The territory was named for its particular delicacy, and Bazi was keen to see if there were any foolhardy youths that could be lured into a fight and picked off. Ideally creatures without horns.

But before she could put her nose to the ground and get to work, a soft moan caught the Creek wolf's ear. Bazi froze. The terrain made it difficult to establish a point of origin, but it had come from nearby - and it wasn't a sheep. The girl's ears fell flat. "Show yourself," she snarled, lips twitching over clenched teeth. If this was a Sunspire wolf, she would conduct her own invasion.