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Bazi stared. Her question had released a torrent of angst that she was ill-prepared to handle, but she nevertheless did her utmost to soothe (at a level appropriate to new acquaintances, she hoped, but boundaries weren't Bazi's forte).

"Can't he come live here?" she asked, extending a now clean, viscera-free paw and placing it next to Bones' darker one. "Or maybe it's alright if you just visit! I'm sure you've got friends here - and I'm your friend now. Body-dumping friends. I don't think you'll find many of those at the plateau, right? He'll understand." Well, maybe. Leaving a pack wasn't something that happened by choice in Bazi's mind - and maybe that was something she could tell Bones to comfort her, if slightly edited. "I think this pack needs you," she went on smilingly, "Not everyone comes back from a cougar attack with their life intact. You should be a warden here, or a warrior."