Swiftcurrent Creek Home is where the heart lives.

The gathering began to disperse, like a clenched fist finally relaxing. Tuwawi moved towards Bazi in the same moment that Scimitar touched her cheek, mirroring Njal's show of affection towards his mate. She leaned into the touch, closing her eyes for a short, blissful second. The correlation between the two couples summoned a weak smile to the girl's lips. Fire and stone. The Svejarn family represented everything she wanted to be and have - that iron-forged bond, tried across distance and time, the adorable pups, the effortless confidence they both seemed to exude. Next to burnished mother, Bazi felt like a tight, unripe fruit.

She met Tuwawi's steady, cast-iron eyes and give the tiniest nod of her head towards the male at her side. He'll take care of me. Whilst the rest of the pack was left to contemplate what exactly 'gone' meant, Njal was in possession of the facts and would no doubt share with his wife. Briefly, she wondered what else they would discuss tonight. Her suitability as a leader? Their next move? The possibilities spread out like bush fire in her mind.

Danica moved past, heading towards the older wolves' den. Bazi missed the opportunity to catch her eye, and whatever thoughts had passed through the golden female's mind melted into anonymity.

Last post from me. :) Leaving this thread up to let everyone get 3 posts in.