Swiftcurrent Creek and mistress of the snow

True to form, Star was running. Bazi marvelled at the strangeness of it - the smaller Arctic wolf was neither hunting nor playing, and it seemed like a frightful waste of energy in such trying times.

"I went to the Glacier, " Bazi responded to Star's incredulity, striding towards her packmate be pausing a few feet away. "I had an accident... but I'm home now."