Swiftcurrent Creek Friends with the Enemy

I am making some assumptions about Scimitar allowing Bazi to come back home, so this is going to be a SUPER VAGUE post. :)

And to think - once upon a time, not so very long ago, this had been her kingdom.

Nothing had changed - not really. She knew that. A fresh slew of wolves had pledged themselves to the Creek, but their scents were set against a familiar background of reedy grass and cold water. Swiftcurrent smells. Home smells. And yet it felt as though an entire millennium had passed by.

Starting at the bottom was both refreshing and frightening. As soon as she was alone, Bazi moved through the territory as though walking through a dream. What was she supposed to do now? Eat, sleep - was that Paarthurnax over there, or was she just imagining things? The winter-white wolf gave her head a vigorous shake and turned away, loping stiffly towards the edge of their claim and onward to Duck Lake.

There was a wolf there, facing away from her. A familiar-looking wolf. Bazi slowed, eyeing the stranger's tawny back. Swiftcurrent, or foe? Could she outrun him? Travel-weary and gaunt as she was beneath her downy coat, Bazi seriously doubted it. "Hello?" the girl called hoarsely, deciding to take her chances.