Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

Fox? he numbly croaked, as Bazi's dollop of saliva dried upon his cheek. He hadn't smelled her around here—the beast looked around blankly, watching the treeline. Evidently he wasn't fully awake yet. The following description made Njal reconsider the topic of conversation. He turned to face the two ladies abruptly, almost tripping on his twisting legs. Maybe we can find some. Hm? The Beta took on a bemused expression, but then another yawn urged his mouth to stretch open; this time, he diverted his face away from Bazi and Danica with a glimmer of amusement in his gaze. As he began to stride along he stretched, popping his hips in the process, and let out a contented sigh. Well? Lets go. Tuwawi could use some more padding for the den.