Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

No prob, I've been a bit slow this week too >>;

Danica nodded in agreement at Bazi's words. It was a solid plan, having Njal flush them out while they intercepted. The surprised foxes shouldn't have much time to think about their opponents for Bazi and she would, ideally, appear out of nowhere. They would have to be very swift and quiet, though, for it to work. If their prey took off in the wrong direction they would be gone in a heartbeat.

Careful to avoid anything that may make noise, she circled around, placing her paws as consciously as she could while still traveling at a swift gait. They needed to get there before Njal made his move. She didn't look up to see where Bazi was, assuming that she too was positioning herself as best she could. Just as she got a ways into the trees a ruckus began to her right. Putting on the gas she stretched out into a sprint, her eyes trained on the flashes of red fur ahead of her. Picking out one that would make a particularly fine pelt for Njal's den, she bore down on it.