Swiftcurrent Creek pinky and the brain

Since our threads are coming to an end, maybe @Relonikiv and @Julius once the Shadow stuff is worked out? I'm going to assume that the OOC plan is still in play, but will keep this vague.

And then there were..

No. Bazi didn't want to think about it. They were lucky that the pups had survived at all, birthed into the dead of winter by a southern mother, into a pack plagued by one misfortune after the other. The odds were still stacked against the fragile Happy Families routine they were settling into, but what else could possibly go wrong now? Bazi could scarcely wait to get moving - to leave Swiftcurrent and its legacy behind to rot. Sorry, she thought to herself, glancing at the nearby river. The pups' rendezvous site was a flat (what else?), sparsely vegetated area situated few hundred yards from some of the calmer banks.

The children's range was rather more expansive than Bazi would have liked. They often disappeared out of sight, hiding behind trees or fighting in a corner. She settled sphinx-like in the open, looking nervously around for any signs of her boisterous wards. The time to move was nearly upon them, and she wanted the pups to be forewarned.