between a saint and a devil

Going to assume he's closer to the waterfall because he came down from the mountain. :D

Quite by chance, Bazi was scouting the area when Jace slipped down from the mountain like a lone soldier of night charging into battle against the advancing dawn. She watched him for quite some time, hidden by a crevice in the mountain and distant enough that her smell would not travel to him. Their last encounter had been tense, but ultimately friendly, and she had left him with a much lighter heart.

Jace wasn't the problem.

Bazi's gaze drifted from the frolicking male and travelled up, up, up the mountain's edge. The outrider in her wanted desperately to know how many had pledged themselves to Ferdie. That vain, fickle, damaged king of the black rock. The Creek girl's features soured with her mood. Fox did not care what her wolves did beyond the border, as long as their actions did not incite war. She was free to socialize with Jace, and they might even have repaired their relationship if not for the blue-eyed boys allegiance to Ferdie - something he had not chosen, Bazi reminded herself, and got suddenly to her feet.

"Jace!" she called from her hiding spot to the left of the waterfall, scrambling over a few slick rocks - tail wagging furiously despite making no such arrangements with her brain.