Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

"I don't know - something sordid and weird involving frogs, maybe," Bazi joked, shrugging the whole affair off as silliness. "I think I might just be paranoid."

Njal's suggestion that they hunt and kill a few of the locals was met with an enthusiastic nod. Bazi took up position beside Danica, looking to her co-leader for further instructions. Foxes were wily, slippery little creatures with sharp teeth and claws - not unlike Fox herself, who could at the very least be described as 'calculating'. "One for each pup?" she asked in a hushed voice, ears already working hard to pick up any sound that might indicate company. How many pelts would that be - three? Four? ..five? Tuwawi was beyond capacity now, large than Bazi had imagined she would become, so five was not beyond the realms of possibility.