Swiftcurrent Creek wrecking ball {joining}

Bazi's first reaction to Kaskara's call for Scimitar was unbridled jealousy. She bristled and glared where she lay, willing the owner of the summoning howl to die a death or - once she had reined in the drama - think better of knocking on the Creek's door, and turn back.

But she couldn't wait and see if that would happen. Duty eventually pushed the Beta to her feet, allowed her a few stretches, and urged her in the direction of the sound. She crossed the meager distance at an increasingly brisk walk, picking up pace as her blood did. When the pallid northerner finally reached her target, it was a shrunken, shivering wolf she saw, sitting slouched at the very edge of their territory. Her intentions were obvious.

"You know Scimitar," Bazi observed, closing the remaining gap between the two girls with swift, confident strides and a loftily held tail. She stopped within lunging distance, offering the most neutral face available to her under the .. circumstances. Kaskara was broad but very obviously fit despite her recent and involuntary fast, with unusual eyes and markings. A sensible Bazi would have noted that along with the wolf's nonthreatening posture and immediately earmarked her as a worthy addition to the pack.

She looks like a boy, she thought instead. "Are you here to see him?"