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It was Bazi's first natural interaction in months - two girls, sharing stories and troubles on a sunny day. In their territory. The fact that she was able to say that with confidence made the little girl smile where she lay, basking in the afternoon glow. Tuwawi lingered, curling into a ball at the base of the apple tree she had been inspecting. If she was keeping an eye on Bazi, the younger wolf did not notice, and it wasn't long before she was soundly and happily asleep.