Swiftcurrent Creek meat

A short, peculiar silence followed. Bazi blinked. The bison blinked. Cutthroat's black fur stood on end, temporarily transforming him into a super-sized dust bunny. For the longest time, absolutely nothing happened - none of the creatures involved had ever experienced anything quite like it, and each struggled to think what the precedent for reaction would be.

Suddenly, Cutthroat exploded into raucous laughter next to her. He positively shook with mirth, and after a few seconds it rubbed off on his Beta. A high-pitched, witch-like heeheeheehee! rose into the air as Bazi was taken over by the ridiculousness of the situation - within moments, tears were streaming down her face and she had to sit down to keep from falling. "Just a little! Help me.." she giggle-wheezed, pulling desperately at the air.

Across from them, the bison shuffled awkwardly to its feet, looked blindly around, and toddled right around the laughing wolves in its path. Clearly they weren't in any state to give chase.

The black-and-white pair were still laughing when a soft voice piped up from somewhere in the vicinity. Hilarity had melted the fear and adrenaline, and Bazi barely looked up the sound - instead, she gave the dark pirate a friendly nudge with her shoulder, studying his profile with bright, teary eyes. He was rather dashing for someone born into the chaos and mess of Tortuga. Actually, he was rather dashing full stop.

"Hi, Sky. Are you lost?" she asked without looking round.