Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

Bazi steeled herself against the smell of Njal’s last meal, dramatizing the whole thing by wrinkling her nose and squeezing both eyes shut. They popped open again when his jaws snapped closed, and she grinned playfully. ”Gross,” the pale girl greeted, smearing a kiss on Njal’s broad cheek before she turned to face Danica with a rather more sheepish expression.

”Hey, Danica. I was kind of..following you? Sorry - ” a rare and humble apology, accompanied by a few whips of the tail and no further explanation. Bazi wasn’t about to tell the newcomer that she had doubted the honesty of her character, especially after Danica had accompanied Njal and Cutthroat to the Sunspire. On the subject of Blackfoot Forest itself, she shot a look at the treetops. ”I think the only remarkable thing about this place is the foxes. I’ve seen a very old one skulking about; blind as a bat and just as insane. No wolf pack, though, ever. I’ve crossed through a few times and never seen a trace.”