Swiftcurrent Creek battleaxe

Spar thread for @Scimitar

Life had resumed its steady, predictable rhythm. Some days, it was as if Jace and Ferdie had never existed, and hateful lies she had told herself about them mattered less and less with each healing sunrise. She avoided the Sunspire, skirting around the southern edge of the range to visit the flatlands or crossing the mountains nearer Porcupine Ridge. It was easier that way. Eventually, maybe in a year's time, maybe sooner, they wouldn't matter at all - just like the Nanum-Akkad pack no longer mattered.

It was overcast today, and likely to rain. Bazi emerged from the Womens' Glade and shook vigorously, scanning the distance for some sign of life. Having missed out on the opportunity raid the Sunspire with Njal, Danica, and Cutthroat - mostly because she wasn't ready to face its inhabitants - the ghostly Beta had it in her mind to track down Scimitar for some one-to-one training instead. That way, next time (and knowing Fox, there would be a 'next time' whenever another pack deigned to settle east of the range), she would be there. With bells on.