Swiftcurrent Creek food for thought

Set after this week's pack hunt.

After the feast, Bazi rested on the banks near the Creek, too full to do anything about the bib of blood that covered her entire front. They had killed enough for every member of the pack to eat their fill and and more, and the majority of the pack had retreated to rest and digest. If they were attacked now, their adversaries would be met by a platoon of drowsy, potbellied sleep-walkers.

Thoughts of Danica were never far from her mind. A thousand time since the events of the previous day, she had regretted what had happened - twice she had run to find the golden warrior and ask her forgiveness, both times she stopped in her tracks and sworn at herself. It wasn't natural. That was the bottom line. It wasn't natural. The more she thought about it, the more absurd it became. Two women! It was almost stranger than two men. At least they could hack together some semblance of a sex life - what were ladies supposed to do? Use a stick?

The pale Alpha growled to herself where she lay, eyes shut against the sun.