swing low

By the time Kaskara reached her, shock had settled in Bazi's every vein. She shook where she sat, dragging shallow breaths into ragged lungs. The nudge to her head barely registered, but for some reason it made her hyper-aware of the mingling scents of metal and acid that cloaked her. The Alpha's breaths quickened. She turned staring eyes on her sister, struggling to focus. "I-I threw up," she stammered, "She.. scavengers.." The pressure was building. The last few words were a squeak. "Danica is dead."