Swiftcurrent Creek a second try

For @Scimitar bebe

Today was the day. She would find Scimitar, and they would have a nice, normal.. no, perhaps not. Things were inevitably tense after the mass exodus of wolves, particularly Danica, but new blood was already filling the ranks and Bazi had made a fast friend in Falwasi. Not a Danica or a Paarthurnax, but pleasant enough in her own right - and a rather good fisherman to boot.

Even before that, their interactions had been stilted and awkward. Each regarded the other as unreadable - mysterious. Bazi didn't consider herself so; she was just impulsive, somewhat screechy, and occasionally a bit of a dick. Those ingredients did not a mysterious wolf make.

Scimitar, on the other hand, was a brick wall to her. It seemed like he always had 120% more to say than what actually came out of his mouth. It was nearing the end of the day when Bazi finally put her nose to the ground and began to sniff, trailing round the creek's territory like an ant following in the path of its fellows. They had to break this cycle.