Swiftcurrent Creek Crimson and clover

"Hey, if you aren't busy, you think we could talk real quick? I have something I need you to hear."

That sounded ominous. Concern buried a hook between Bazi's eyes and pulled gently up, creating a soft, inverted 'V'. What was this about? Some complaint about the pack - or was it more personal? .. had Danica found someone? The golden warrior had been distant of late, and Bazi - an accomplished weaver of tall tales - had dreamed up a scenario where Danica's loyalty to the Creek was compromised by a dark and handsome stranger. But she liked Danica, and the stories never became suspicions - until now.

"Alright," she consented, nodding, "Hang on." If she was about to be on the receiving end of bad news, Bazi wanted to be clean. She trotted briskly to the Creek, stepped into the shallows and gave her legs and chest a rinse. It took no more than fifteen seconds, and after a quick shake she was back on land and facing Danica again, shrewd blue eyes locked on Danica's. "Let's hear it."