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It didn't make much sense to Bazi, either, but it was the only analogy she could think of that fit. "Or carried," she added quickly, "I remember being hit over the head -" Truthfully, she vaguely remembered a pinch and then nothing, but didn't think it would be appropriate to try to explain, "- and I- I- I woke up here." She was scared now, and struggling not to get teary. These wolves weren't unreasonable, but they weren't welcoming her with open arms, either - the white knees that joined the first pair were even growling. Bazi couldn't remember the last time she'd been on the receiving end of hostility - she was the wolf equivalent of the perfect Libra on better days, and never put a foot wrong.

Whatever was clouding her mind was starting to wear off. It was time to change tactics. "I promise, that is all I know. I'm not sick, I w-won't cause trouble," she told them, figuring that Jelly Leg Syndrome wasn't recognized as a sign of good health here either. "I'm a good scout," she added, hopefully. It wasn't a job she particularly wanted to do alone, but despite recent performances Bazi was quick on her feet - and an unbeaten champion at hide and seek, if speed wasn't enough. "And nobody's usually scared when they see me coming."