whoops a daisy

Danica was still there. Bazi considered her stern, cold face whilst licking precious flecks of chewed meat from around her lips. "What are you doing here, Bazi?" Like she was some sort of.. dirty, unwelcome stranger. Bazi's jaw tightened in defiance, but the thought of maintaining it was exhausting and it didn't last for longer than a second - that, and she had no right. She knew that. There wasn't much to do whilst waiting to die - except think (and eventually regret, when hope had served its time). Thoughts of Danica had occupied a significant amount of that time.

"Tuwawi," she answered, struggling slowly onto three paws. Weeks in the pit had yellowed her fur and flattened it into unsightly spikes. "And the kids.. I fell, on the way."

Bazi paused, her mouth forming a silent 'um'. What now? "Cheers for the food - take me to them?"

"Thank you. For the food."