Swiftcurrent Creek splinter cell

Bazi was an.. erratic riser, if such a thing existed. Sometimes she would rise before dawn, ready to begin the day - other times she was slow to get moving, covering her eyes with her paws and pretending dawn was far off.

Today she was awake, crisscrossing the territory with no real aim in mind - hunt? Wake someone up and force them to talk to her? She had been doing a lot of talking, lately.. all with an ulterior motive; the better she got to know these wolves, the more likely they were to stay. Every conversation was time spent cultivating.

It seemed Njal had the same idea. By the time she spotted him, he had no doubt already spotted her - nothing except complete darkness could disguise Bazi. They hadn't really spoken since the meeting, though Bazi had shared the Sveijarn den after her heart-to-heart with Tuwawi. There hadn't been much room for serious conversation then, and now .. well, what was the point? They were leaving, and there was nothing she could do.

"I've assigned Danica to you, to help," she called to him over the waving grass. "Provided her shoulder heals up."