Swiftcurrent Creek we fall and we too shall rise

Razo had a talent for disappearing. When she eventually did find him, watching over the food, Bazi wondered how he managed it - he wasn't exactly small, and the Creek offered few real hiding places. At the very least she expected to see the occasional flash of atomic yellow eyes, but this was the first time she could recall so much as catching his scent in a weeks.

Bazi was far, far less adept at concealing her whereabouts. Why bother trying? She was whiter than actual snow, and struggled to keep her voice low. A feather-light step was only an asset if the wolf she wished to hide from was blind, and Razo was not. Within moments of catching sight of the Redefin wolf, he had spotted her, too.

"I didn't think you still lived here," she told him frankly, surprised at the display of affection. The nuzzled ear folded back as if to contemplate whether it felt violated or not. "I thought you would go with Fox." What did Razo have to keep him rooted here? Was he a wolf without ties, staying out of necessity, or was there loyalty to be won if she tried?