Rising Sun Valley one way ticket

Scimitar was much closer than Bazi ought to have allowed before his scent alerted her to the fact. She spun, staring, words stacking behind her teeth like a highway pileup. He always looked so.. was there a word for it? Certainly not calm; there was a tension in him that Bazi sensed as strongly as she did his scent. Brooding? Brooding. Or maybe it was broody - but now was not the time.

Bazi gathered herself, stepping closer. They were certainly on the mend, but there was much to do before she could invade his personal space without invitation. "We should find somewhere," she said, nodding her dainty little head towards the north. "Somewhere cold."