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I'll open this up to fading now, so we can go back to talking about ...



..in the thread with Bones! ;)

"You mother is a smart woman."

She's certainly that. Bazi had mixed emotions regarding her mother. On the one hand, Shar-Kali was a woman to be revered - undisputed alpha of her pack, ruthless and disciplined. Punishments were harsh - but once earned, her loyalty and trust were like a mountain. Unmoving and eternal. The Creek wolf often compared herself to her mother, mostly on a subconscious level, to measure her own successes and shortcomings. Amon, by contrast, was just an accessory. Kind and loving, but inconsequential. His sweet face was an ever dimming blur of common features and sad, watery eyes.

"Then we can be not warriors together," Bazi chimed in, and settle down to hear the story of Njal and Tuwawi.

They'd had their fair share of ups and downs by the sounds of things, and their love spanned great distances. Bazi breathed a delighted gasp when the separated pair found each other again - by some incredibly fortunate coincidence, Bazi guessed (correctly). Fate, a lost voice whispered in her ear, but she discarded that thought with a swift flick of her ear. A story can be just as beautiful without fate and magic and silliness, she thought to herself. Somewhere, Shar-Kali must have felt a strange surge of pride.

"I haven't yet," the girl replied, ignoring the part about Njal's injuries. "Maybe you can introduce me when he's be-" A yawn hijacked her sentence quite suddenly, so fierce in its insistence upon itself that the hairs on Bazi's neck stood on end and tears pearled in the corners of her eyes. "-etter. Whoops. When he's better," she finished, looking sheepish. "I might have a little snooze - just here!" The little wolf flopped into the fresh spring grass and spread her limbs into a wolf version of 'starfish'. "I don't think there's anything better than spring."