about a girl

It didn't take long to find him - or rather, for Scimitar to spot her and choose to make himself known. Bazi angled her plush ears in the direction of the call, squinting into the darkness. There he was - as tall, dark, and handsome as the day he had summoned the entirety of Swiftcurrent Creek to greet him at the borders.

For once, she had not sought him out as his Alpha, but as a girl yearning for a boy. That fact made her feel incredibly self-conscious. Her heart fluttered uncertainly and her mouth suddenly felt very dry, despite the fact that Creek wolves had to really try if they wanted to become dehydrated.

She walked slowly towards him, this older, stronger wolf, tail sloping behind her and eyes wide. What was he thinking? His face was always so ..closed, like an ancient statue guarding something important. Scimitar was the mystery - Bazi was merely unsure of herself, and trying desperately to mask the fact.

"..alone at last?" she attempted - CHEESE ALERT! - offering him vague half-smile.