Porcupine Ridge the recruitment drive

Aww.. he's totally Bazi's oldest friend. :')

A friendly breeze carried a familiar scent into Bazi's nostrils. No sooner had she uttered "Jace..?" than a familiar voice mumbled "Oh, shit." Bazi frowned. Wasn't it Jace? She was sure of it, but.. why wouldn't he reveal herself? They were safe here, far from borders of any kind - the Vale wolves might have objected, but that pack was no more.

With swift, sure-footed steps, she moved among the rubble to the source of the noise, honing in on the battered, limping Sunspire wolf. "Jace?" she called again, scanning the rocks for any sign of him.