Swiftcurrent Creek stalker

Had Bazi been able to read his mind, she would have responded with "Like attracts like!" and a wicked little grin. Swiftcurrent was a pack to be reckoned with the Wolf Pageant stakes - and then some.

"Dig a hole? Whose grave would we b'diggin?"

Bazi laughed. Leon confessed his injuries were preventing him from hunting and the task was decided - they would dig a hole, just for funnsies. "Well, let's dig the hole, then have a fight, and the winner gets to drag the loser's body into the hole," she suggested, feigning a contemplative look. "Then it'll have a use!" In truth, any holes that Bazi dug to relieve stress were put to use as caches - or a temporary place to sleep before she filled it back in. "Come on," the pale little Alpha prompted, nodding towards the water. "If you dig deep enough near the bank, you hit water."

Digging was not a sport to be sniffed at. It required stamina and determination, just as fishing required precision and patience. Dig a hole, catch a fish, look good doing it - the way to Bazi's heart.