Duskfire Glacier Ain't nothin but a goodbye town

Danica's anger fell on Bazi like a rain of hot coals - all of it deserved, all of it expected, but it was difficult to remember that in the heat of the moment. To be told that she shouldn't use Danica to alleviate her guilt was especially difficult - because it was true, at least partly. The incident had left a black mark on Bazi's record, and it stared at her every time her mind drifted from the immediate present. As a pack leader, she had done a strategically unsound thing. As a friend, she had stuck the knife in and twisted. That - and the impending reunion with Scimitar - was making it very difficult to fall asleep at night.

"Maybe some of us weren't built for packs."

Bazi turned her head back towards Danica, having averted her eyes in the middle of the angry tirade. Her eyes lingered momentarily on the other girl's cold eyes before flickering back to the glacier. "You're a wolf, of course you were built for packs," she grumbled, "If you don't go back to the Creek, at least stay here until winter is over." No frozen corpse had ever found happiness.

Bazi wrinkled her nose and moved as if to leave, but her tongue got the better of her and her scrawny rump dropped back to the ground. "What is wrong with this pack? I would do anything to have Njal back, and Maera, and Malachi seems like a benevolent, kind wolf. What ready-made thing are you looking for that you can't build here?"