Swiftcurrent Creek The crow and the butterfly.

Paarthurnax's qualified reassurances brushed ineffectually against Bazi's ears, but she nodded all the same, briefly licking the side of her medic's muzzle to show that she appreciated her efforts - even it meant touching Scimitar. But even knowing that he was no longer at death's door did nothing to soothe her. The tension inside the young leader had reached a point where nothing short of a brain reset and teleportation into childhood would ease it - or time. Lots and lots of time.

Danica answered her call despite extensive injury. Bazi's ears rolled forward, watching the hobbling wolf advance. She recalled a limp, but the fleshy hole in the girl's golden shoulder was as new as it was horrifying. Bazi stared at it when Danica sat down, lips forming a hard grimace and ears wilting back against her head.

It quickly turned to anger.

"That bitch.." she rumbled in the vicinity of the wound, meaning Ferdie, or perhaps Fox - one for claiming to bum peace but harbouring cannibals, the other for .. well, everything else. After a deep, shuddering breath to let the swell of rage settle, she caught Danica's half-glaring, golden eyes with her own ice-blue gaze, where it melted like butter in the sun.

"This is Paar; she's a medic. She fixed Scimitar and she can fix you, too. Paar, this is Danica. She's one of the wolves that fought at the Sunspire." The exact details of what had happened were irrelevant - Paarthurnax had not been there, and it was better to paint the Creek wolves as heroes rather than pests. Without further word, Bazi moved swiftly to sit at Danica's uninjured shoulder, pressing herself as close to the patient as possible.