Duskfire Glacier Ain't nothin but a goodbye town

Danica had her issues, she knew that. And Bazi's internal accusation was probably accurate. This was her longest time spent with a single group since her birth pack, and the turmoil was the warning shot for her. Though she hadn't analyzed her feelings (not being much of the thoughtful sort), her mind was screaming at her to cut and run before she got any more attached than she already was.

She didn't know what she had expected, but she felt a moments regret to her own handling of the situation when Bazi's frigid response struck deep. Maybe this was a death sentence. Maybe not. She honestly felt backed into a corner though, unable to do anything else. And the sensation reverberating through was impossible to ignore.

That was that. She assumed they were done now, whatever hope for friendship that may have remained crushed thoroughly by Danica's flakey tendencies and inability to ever properly react to anything. Hot and cold, even she couldn't figure herself out, not that she tried. Seemed Bazi had had enough. Well good. Without a word Danica spun and took off, kicking up snow as she made her way towards the Glacier's boundary, not willing to admit she felt even worse than she had before that conversation began.