Swiftcurrent Creek it's the wrong kind of place to be thinking of you

Anyone Bazi hasn't threaded with in a while

It was dawn - the grey, colourless kind - and Bazi had excused herself from the den to stretch her legs. Life had settled into a comfortable, puppy-dominated routine. Every second with Paarthurnax's brood was special, and she counted herself lucky to be apart of their upbringing.. but today, she needed a break. The babies were doing a particularly good job of chewing up her friend's underside, and there was little Bazi could do except offer her sympathies and bring in snow to cool the burn when the four pups were finally full. They were rarely full.

She strolled briskly through the sparsely wooded south-eastern reach of the territory, taking in the cacophony of scents left there by her pack-mates. It occurred to Bazi that she had not performed the duties of gamekeeper, warden, or scout in quite some time, and that she perhaps she ought to review her responsibilities. Caretaker seemed like an obvious choice, and she was aware of the desperate need for more healers.