Swiftcurrent Creek scheming at the cauldron

I hope it’s OK to powerplay @Shadow’s position; to make the start a little faster. Let me know if not.

She was starting to feel less raw, as though a thin, gelatinous scab had formed over the emotional burns she had suffered over the past week. Most painful of all, worse even than losing Fox, was the impending departure of Tuwawi. That wound still smarted whenever she replayed the announcement, and it took a few moments each to rationalize their decision.

Bazi did her best to distract herself from the inevitable. She hunted, socialized, and ran - never straying far from Swiftcurrent Creek and its wolves. Today, in the very early hours of the morning, she sat at the very top of the northern of the two Sleeping Guardians, watching the creek rush past below her. It was cool in the shade of the trees, and the view across the plains was perfect. She spotted Kaskara and Danica, but let the two girls go about their business without interruption. When Shadow appeared at the river’s edge below, however, she barked for him to join her. It wouldn’t take him more than half a minute to ascend the Guardian for a chat.