Blacktail Deer Plateau rolling rock

It seemed as though Kaihra had come here because the landscape was familiar and she thought it to be well-guarded against other packs. Fox, who had just spent two seasons ruling the creek, had never even considered landscape. She did, however, know that both territories were well-equipped to sustain several wolves, and that was the prime criteria for herself. While Fox had not chosen the plateau (or the creek, really), she thought that it had that going for it.

“You chose it based on the land, not on the wolves who lived here,” Fox said, thinking aloud. She found this peculiar, especially since Kaihra seemed to distrust others. Fox would have thought that the girl would have put more weight in the wolves that lived in a land, rather than the earth beneath her feet. “I would be a liar if I said that most wolves could be trusted,” Fox told Kaihra, “Much of my time at the creek was spent weeding out the untrustworthy.” And although Fox did not realize it, Bazi had picked up the job somewhere along the line and decided her own Alpha was one of those untrustworthy creatures.