that was just a dream (J)

Hemingway offered his name and skills in a succinct package. This wouldn't take long. "Bazi, Alpha," the Creek warden responded, scrutinizing him all the while. Strong, fit - it was all she needed to know, really; anyone could lie about what lay inside (Bazi had), but it was difficult to fake good health.

If Bazi had her way, every member of Swiftcurrent Creek would server as a warden. She did, as did Scimitar. His second skill wasn't one that Bazi had ever heard of. She shifted her weight onto one side, signalling that the interview was going well. "What's a naturalist, exactly?"