Sheepeater Cliff consume

The imminent arrival of a third party forced Bazi to anchor her gaze in the shrubbery that blocked their view of Kaname’s approach, but she felt Tiarnán draw up beside her. Their guard hairs brushed against each other, like tiny hands reaching from each other from the bows of two great ships. A strange sensation hooked into the nape of Bazi’s neck and tip-toed towards her tail, raising fur in its ay. It felt like the cool burn of a heat rub. Here was the boy that had started it all - the intense flirtation with Cutthroat, the way her eyes wandered lustfully over Scimitar when he wasn’t looking.

Kaname’s arrival put a stop to her slowly nebulizing thoughts, like a pipette suckig up a spreading drop of blank ink in water. His voice was brusk and cold, and it was obvious that he knew who Tiarnán was - though he didn’t seem particularly fond of him in that moment. Bazi took a moment to piece the information together, glancing briefly at the wolf beside her. ”I don’t know his language,” she said slowly, frowning at Tiarnán’s hobo-esque appearance before turning back to face Kaname’s cold, glaring eyes. ”How do you know him?” Had Tiarnán formed some kind of alliance with this stranger?