for your sake

of course!

Danica lazed on her side next to Bazi, having willingly followed when the other proffered an escape for a bit.  She was glad to play partner to the mother's hookey, and as she hadn't quite worked up to interacting much with her other new packmates, the moments helped.  They were slowly getting her used once more to conversation, a skill that could be lost surprisingly fast when not exercised for months on end.

She stretched as Bazi rolled over, enjoying the warm feel of the sun bearing down on them.  Her pelt had lost much of the roughness of winter, both through the start of shedding and the merits of actually eating regularly again.  The sharpness winter had lent her would disappear more slowly, but she was starting to feel less like the hag of the plains.  Beauty had never been a thing she had striven for, but it was nice to feel at least presentable again.

She was playing aimlessly with the bobbing blades of a tuft of grass nearby when she spoke, and she stopped the gentle gestures as she turned her head to appraise Bazi sideways with a questioning slant and a small smile.  "A dream?  A good one, I hope."  If it was a few weeks ago, though, she wouldn't have blamed Bazi if the wight Danica had been was a subject of nightmares for a while.