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The short howl that rose up, broken, in the sky, brought Kaskara out of her reverie. She had been playing with the pups again, enjoying their company, fantasizing about possibly having some of her own one day, when the howl arose. Kaskara looked toward the sound, and wondered what was wrong. She shuttled the pups into the den and barricaded it with a log, since the howl was for both her and Scimitar. She didn't want the pups to get out without supervision. Kas reassured them that she'd be back, then she raced off to find out what was wrong with Bazi.

When she arrived, the tiny white dove was seated in a strange position, and the white fur around her mouth and forelegs was stained with something resembling vomit. Kaskara's gut heaved, but she caught it down quickly. She needed to be strong for her sister now. "Baz, what's wrong?" she asked softly, approaching her friend and sister cautiously, touching her nose t the woman's head gently. What had caused her such grief and obvious sickness? There was no indication anything was wrong nearby, so Kas assumed that she had left the place in question and traveled home.