Swiftcurrent Creek and mistress of the snow

One for @Star

Bazi was one of several Arctic wolves that called the Creek home. She hadn't seen much of Dovev since returning, nor Star.. and was looking for company from those most like her. Winter's wolves.

Her body was healing. Serious hunting was out of the question, but she had caught several fish, and her fur was almost back to its glorious self. Not quite as dramatic as Star's puffball look, though.

The sun was fully risen when she started towards the Creek from her adopted den in the south-western corner. It was raining rather than snowing, and the ground looked dead. That was unlikely to stop Star.. she seemed to have a penchant for aimless running (was she training for something?), and the flattest ground was close to the Creek. Bazi made her way there with quick, short strides, plush ears folded back against the cold drizzle.