kiss me like you mean goodbye, said the spider to the fly

Danica brushed the small-talk away with a single stroke. Bazi was simultaneously relieved not to be skirting around the elephant any more and anxious about how the conversation would end, as she lacked any prepared answer to the questions being posed. She enjoyed and missed Danica's company. Her disgust at the golden wolf's confession had been short-lived - like the flare of temper that had caused her to banish a loyal pack mate for no good reason. But she had said all that, hadn't she? Bazi studied the other woman's cold eyes, wondering if anything she said would ever make things right. "I.. don't really know what to say," she murmured tiredly, "I'd like to be friends, but I don't think the Bad Guy gets to decide. I regret everything I said." Bazi shrugged, watching Danica's face for her reaction. This was not news. "The stick is well and truly out."