Otatso Wetlands What a wonderful world

"Claimed? By you?"

Bazi's lip curled slightly at his tone, but she kept all other physical signs of disdain to herself - they were technically on neutral ground, and he owed her nothing. Despite that, the strangely patterned wolf kept his head low, and that was enough to pacify the snarky Swiftcurrent bitch for now.

"And eighteen others," she responded, obviously proud of the number. The joke, which Bazi failed to identify as one, earned him a confused frown, but her response might have been interpreted as playing along: "I don't know. I've never been. I suppose it might be swampy. If you don't like swamps, there are plenty of pack territories to cross between here and the other side. You might not make it to wherever alive, and then you won't care." Pleased with her jest (or threat) on behalf of the western packs, Bazi took a tentative step forward, sniffing hard at the air. "What is that smell?" Wet something. It certainly wasn't all wolf.