Arrow Lake tell me a tale true

No problemo - I'm aware that I'm posting slowly here, so I shall make my exit.

Eleven. On an island? It looked so small from a distance, but Bazi guessed some effort would have been made to ensure the territory was self-sustaining. The ocean was prone to fits of temper, and could cut them off from the mainland with vicious storms. If prey ran out, the pack would have nothing to feed on but each other. Wouldn't that be grim.

"We're well," the girl conceded, matching his succinctness. Eleven was formidable, but Wheeling Gull Isle was far, far away - from Swiftcurrent Creek. It was practically sniffing the rears of Silvertip Mountain and Horizon Ridge, and she wondered how long a creature like Majesty would last against the combined wrath of territorial Jinx and prickly Ragnar. Northerners. Bazi got to her feet. That was quite enough chit-chat. "Well - good luck," she said, smiling wryly down at the lounging wolf before turning to leave in the direction she had entered. I'm sure you'll need it.