Swiftcurrent Creek Friends with the Enemy

Frostfur rang a bell, but she couldn't figure out why. Surnames weren't particularly important to her. Swiftcurrent Creek was her surname - and whatever it morphed into, wherever it moved, she would take that name.

"It's Bazi," she replied, putting emphasis on the name as though she hoped it would jog his memory. Had no-one spoken of her in her absence? The thought made Bazi feel desperately unimportant - that her short stint as Alpha, during a particularly difficult time, was nothing but dust in the wind.

Swiftcurrent Creek needed a chronicler.

When Saber sat, Bazi did too, studying him intently. "I was Alpha here, after Fox. I left to visit friends at the Glacier in the north.. and sort of fell down a whole. I broke my leg, nearly died..it was awful," she lamented, forgetting that this was for all intents and purposes a complete stranger. With a heavily dramatized sigh and a look at the floor, she added, "I don't think I'm particularly popular with certain wolves right now." No need to fill this guy in on what she had put the Alpha through by departing - it made her look... bad, to say the least, even though the fall wasn't her fault.