Blacktail Deer Plateau up in arms

It was no uncommon sight to see Fox patrolling the borders and ensuring that her urine was thick there. She was a proud beast, that had not changed since she had left the creek. Or rather, since she had been all but chased out of it. Her place at the plateau had gone from a stranger to a leader in mere weeks, just as she had expected it to. As Scimitar mused the words about her wasting no time, Fox knew them to be true. She did not dilly-dally as some would have, or try to make friends with everybody who lived on the plateau. Fox took what she thought to be hers.

The sharp scent of Bazi tickled her nose, and Fox bristled. What was the bitch doing here? Was she here to come ask Fox to come back and help her? Had it been too much for her same-aged leader? A low growl festered in the fiery wolf's throat as she trotted swiftly to the smell. But it was not Bazi at all, as she had thought it was. Instead, Scimitar stood, looking almost wistfully at the plateau. Fox did not smooth her hackles. Bazi had sent her loverboy here instead of coming herself.

“Has Bazi sent for me already?” Fox sneered.