Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

Exit Njal! Sorry this took so freakin' long.

He loomed over the body but paid it little attention. A dead fox was hardly of interest to him even if the pelt was going to be the prize. Njal looked at Danica's catch and then to Bazi, who winked her way, and then gave a nod when she spoke. He could hear her, but the chaotic squealing of the remaining foxes made it difficult — the beast nodded to show he supported the idea of leaving, and scooped up the dead fox. They could depart now and present Tuwawi with the bodies in tandem; it would take time to clean them, to remove the fur, but it was a mindless task. The fox hung limply from betwixt his teeth, swaying with each step as Njal began to depart.