Angels on the moon

"Yes."

Good girl, Bazi thought, feeling a sudden swell of pride. This whelp would do fine - and if she went down, she would go down fighting. That was all anyone could do.

"Then good luck," she told the pup emphatically, "You are welcome back here." If you make it, but those words were not said. The invitation would please Ferdie, and Bazi was not entirely against the idea, either. Busy though she was, the pearly youth had noticed that Ferdie seemed to be degrading before their very eyes. He was perilously thin for someone with so large a frame, and his eyes lacked luster. She doubted this transformation was solely the result of shadowing young women, high-maintenance though they could be.

Bazi turned back towards the den, shooting her adopted father a worried look as she passed. Now was not the time to delve into his issues - but later, when Nightingale's fate had been decided, she would approach him.

This is my last post. :D Will you archive this - in case you want to do another post?