Blacktail Deer Plateau ashes call my name

Last post for me. :)

So it seemed they were not satisfied with the creek, but instead of usurping it, they chose to move their young children elsewhere. Or perhaps their children had perished for one reason or another. Whatever the cause, she wondered how Bazi would take it. Fox had no intention of tracking down the ghostly Alpha, of course. She tuned Sveinn out for a moment, lost in her own thoughts until he mentioned her own name.

“Hm? Oh, yes,” she mumbled, blinking to recover herself. “Tell them I wish them well, will you?” she asked. “And should you find yourself needing a home in the future, know that I will be here, at the plateau.” It was an invitation, should he ever need one. Though she did not doubt that Njal and Tuwawi would make fine leaders themselves. Fox did not align herself with other packs, but she would have no reason to hold ill will toward the Sveijarn family.

“I should be getting back,” she said just as quickly. “It was good to see you.” Sveinn was no longer a potential recruit, and she had gotten enough information out of him for one meeting. With a swish of her tail, she bounded up the slopes of the plateau, knowing he was no threat to them.