Swiftcurrent Creek Crimson and clover

Looks like it was going to happen today after all. As Danica approached the familiar white shape churning up earth on the bank, she considered one last time copping out. Her rank had fallen steadily of late and she was no longer even in the middle tier of wolves within the Creek. She was not ambitious so normally would not mind, but at the moment it made her feel particularly expendable. Her role as counselor may count for something, but how much against Bazi's possible (probable) anger?

Not much, way she saw it. But still she came forward. She did manage a smile as Bazi greeted her, however. Even covered in mud she was gorgeous, much as Danica wished it wasn't so. Not for the first time she cursed her inopportune feelings, the ones that always seemed to pick the worst possible candidate.

"Thank you." She looked at the hole that was being excavated, then back to Bazi. "Hey, if you aren't busy, you think we could talk real quick? I have something I need you to hear." Hopefully her current project wasn't so important that she couldn't spare a moment.