Swiftcurrent Creek sparking up my heart

Scimitar had not sought her out, and Bazi had forced herself to give him space. Meanwhile, she healed, going about her business within the safety of Swiftcurrent borders. The onset of true winter had done wonders for her recovery, for she was once again gloriously white and fluffy, if a little lean. The ghastly yellow was gone, and Bazi was thankful for that.

When he eventually came to her, Bazi's heart did flips. She rose too quickly in the den, stifling a yowl of pain when her head hit the earthy ceiling. Breathe. Breathe. What would she say? What would he say? The flustered girl took a deep, steadying breath, exhaling into a cloud that was picked up by a passing breeze and dragged outside. After smoothing down some random patch of fur that really didn't need any attention, she followed it out.

Slow, tentative steps brought Bazi out into the open. Scimitar was standing there, dark against the wintry background and more handsome than she remembered. Alphaship suited him. This was what a leader should look like.

She did her best to look both tremendously pleased to see him whilst maintaining her dignity. They had yet to speak, and he was just as likely to ask her to leave the pack as he was to officially invite her back. Or?

Fuck. Why did I ever leave? It all seemed so petty now. Without Tuwawi or Paarthurnax to lean on, and with maturity looming, Bazi had simply.. panicked. Leadership, parenthood, love - you weren't supposed to experience all three at once. Bazi cleared her throat, and in a voice that had healed but still bore a hint of throatiness, open the dialogue: ".. hi."