Swiftcurrent Creek we might just make it

Be kind, be sensible, be kind, be sensible. Bazi repeated the mantra in the privacy of her own mind as she approached, channeling her very best Tuwawi. She kept her head and tail high to indicate rank, but wore an open-mouthed smile - she was happy to see that another wolf had joined them, after all. The pack had perilously few women after Paarthurnax's departure, and Bazi yearned for female companionship.

Perhaps she ought to have taken Danica up on her offer to court.

"I think you met Scimitar," Bazi opened, stopping within sniffing distance of the other female. She was a long, lean thing, with mottled fur and warm, copper eyes. No Paarthurnax, but pleasant to look at all the same. "I'm Bazi - the Alpha; hello. Where have you come from?" Pleasantries! Chit-chat! Oh, it was going so well already.