Swiftcurrent Creek our cup runneth over

I'm on the ball again with Bazi now, sorry for the late replies. Since there's a pack hunt going on, shall we do a short-ish hunt in this one?

"Try not to get used to it; I’ll be even stingier in the winter."

Won't we all. The beta's one and only winter to date had been taken from her by sickness, but the north was poor enough in resource to give some indication of what it would be like. Bazi didn't like the idea of going hungry. Would they migrate after prey? Or stay here, and compete with the other packs? That seemed .. stupid, if the south was richer, but there was no telling what they would encounter on the way. Go hungry on your own turf, or risk running into an equally ravenous pack of loons? The Teekon Wilds were thick with packs whose bellies would rumble in winter, and better the enemy you know.

"He's the burly one," Bazi confirmed, amused and mildly put off by his choice of words at the same time. There was a cunning in Razo's clever yellow eyes that unsettled her, and he had a way of speaking that made you think you were being disrespected somehow. She returned to him with a new idea. "I've changed my mind. Let's go alone," So you can show me what you've got - a strange thing for Bazi to think, given her poor record with hunting. Those three months out of action had cost her dearly in the hunting department, and without a pack she would be subsisting on fish.