Swiftcurrent Creek When the wind blows

Bazi scowled inwardly, but it didn't reach her face. Her public response was a mild smile. "Yes. I don't think you're scared of me, though."

He was difficult to read. Awkward, cold.. a difficult wolf to win over, no doubt, and she wasn't doing a particularly good job so far. Bright and sunshine-y wasn't working. Perhaps she could try a different approach.

"What do you think of my King of the Creek?" she asked, gazing ahead as she spoke. Bazi rarely socialized with Scimitar in a group, and had very little idea of how he was doing in the opinion polls.