Blackfoot Forest heat stroke

No prob, exit Danica!

Danica answered Bazi's wink with a brush of her tail, elated that all three of them had managed to get a prize. The din was getting more than a little out of hand, though, and she flattened her ears, nodding appreciatively at Bazi's suggestion. "Yes, let's, please."

She followed behind Njal, keeping a hold of her catch and keeping a wary eye out for any of the rest lest they get any ideas. Foxes could be rather nasty sometimes, and while she doubted any would challenge them, one could never know for sure. It was time to get these back and skinned so that the pelts could be used. Danica found herself really hoping that Tuwawi liked them... her fondness for Njal carried over to his mate as well.