about a girl

Some time later, when their pot had calmed to a simmer and the rampant flames became hot coals, Bazi began to think about the future. Her future - not the pack's. She wondered what kind of wolf she would grow up to be, and what her children would look like. Those thoughts led her to Scimitar, and it was a hunger to see him, speak to him, get to know him properly that spurred her on towards the borders.

Most wolves were camouflaged by the failing light. For several hours between dusk and true night, Bazi shone even brighter than she did in full daylight, like the glow-in-the-dark stars that light up the ceiling of a child's bedroom. As a spy, she was useless, but it helped when she wanted to be found - and since Scimitar had recently become the pack's fourth warden (soon to be one of two, when Njal and Tuwawi departed), it was likely that he would be on patrol.

Bazi loped noisily through the tall grass, eyes and ears peeled for any sign of her gallant Frostfur. On this night, they would begin work on their future.