Swiftcurrent Creek gourmet pub grub

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Bazi had already resigned herself to the fact that she would never be the pack's muscle - as Warden, her duties were limited to greeting visitors.. and spotting the ones that wished them ill. The intent of this particular pair was obvious, and Swiftcurrent Creek responded accordingly.

After sounding the call, Bazi retreated swiftly into the shrubbery around her den to buy some time - whoever the intruders were, they were most assuredly in better health than she was. Stepping forward would get her killed, and running was not an option.

To the young wolf's great relief, Scimitar's siblings were at her side before the advancing threat could locate her. In the same moment as a Frostfur-shaped wall formed before her, their shadowy adversaries became visible. Two vast, cocky males, pitch black and fearless, stepped into the gloomy glow of the celestial bodies above, heads lowered and slavering jaws agape. A far cry from the mangy albino that represented Bazi's single kill, and desperate - she could feel it.

They wasted no time. Winter had driven them to this point, and that same winter would kill them if they did not achieve something here tonight - cannibalism was not off the cards. They charged forward like twin bullets out of a rifle, choosing a Frostfur target each. Bazi skittered nervously at the edge of the battlefield, teeth bared and keen eyes looking for any opportunity to distract the intruders enough to tip the scales in the Creek's favour.