Arrow Lake tell me a tale true

A smile played on Bazi's lips. Fight when you must? Nature? What an unusual creature. Sure, Bazi was content to be Beta - but she was scarcely a year old, and wouldn't be content with second place forever. Fox would bear children soon, and Bazi wouldn't blame her leader if those children were favoured ahead of 'imported' members when they came of age. That was life.

He paused to drink, and Bazi took the opportunity to close the gap. She had seen him watch her - though it was difficult to know if it had been a look of admiration or just naturally kind eyes - and was intent on making the most of whatever physical prowess she possessed. "And are you many?" she asked, taking a seat a couple of feet away from where Majesty rested in the sand, delicate head cocked inquisitively to one side. The Isle was no threat to Swiftcurrent Creek, and she asked the question out of genuine interest rather than a need for strategic information.