Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

Bazi had tracked Danica out of Swiftcurrent Creek. They had yet to properly meet, and a trek around the bordering territories was a good way to kill two birds with one stone.

Cold fear had grabbed the Beta's heart when the newcomers steps took her in the direction of the Sunspire. She had jumped to at least a dozen conclusions by the time the trail disappeared into Blackfoot Forest, and damned the girl to several levels of hell between disappearing into the musty forest herself. The air was stale from lack of circulation, and smelled strongly of foxes - almost enough to mask the scent of the wolf visitor.

About 20 minutes passed before she spotted Danica and Njal in the gloom; a flash of cream and her co-leader's familiar mountain colours. The former had just finished levelling a greeting at the father-to-be, and Bazi breathed a whispered "Oh" of understanding. There was no conspiracy here. The fluffy youth barked to summon the attention of her packmates (this was the first time she had actually seen her target), and trotted over to greet them. What was Njal doing here, in this grim place?