Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

All three Swiftcurrent wolves emerged successful - even Njal, who had claimed to lack the speed to catch a fox. Danica's gorgeously plump catch put Bazi's to shame, but the thrill of a successful cooperative hunt helped her push the swell of insecurity back into its box. Her pack-mate glowed with the same pride, and the Beta offered her pack-mate a somewhat awkward wink (in the charm arena, certain wolves just had 'it' - Bazi was barely a spectator a that show).

All around them, the remaining foxes were making a squealing ruckus - their noises were foreign to Bazi, and she couldn't tell if they were screaming out of rage, fear, grief, or all three. Whatever their feelings, it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. "This isn't though. My poor ears," Bazi lamented, and turned to look towards the beckoning light of the eastern plains. "Let's go, before the summon something bigger." Who knew what sort of creatures a fox might make an alliance with.