Kintla Flatlands it's the hap-happiest season of all.

It seemed strange to unload on to another -- Scimitar had not even relinquished this confusion to Kaskara or Paarthurnax, both of whom he was closer to than any other he could think of. Somehow, it was the tempting thought that he was likely to never see the silver she-wolf again, and his woes would be brought to rest the moment they parted ways.

She too offered some insight -- apparently, having also been pretty serious with another, it would seem they both sat here now, in the cold, quietly trying to make sense of their lovelorn life. Suddenly, her jokes made more sense.. she too had been looking for a distraction. "And here I thought you were so suave," he uttered teasingly, though felt his own shoulders sag slightly with the defeat of the conversation. There was no magical way to read Bazi.. she did not come with a manual, and whether he was ready for it or not, she was back in his life once more with hurricane forces.

Instead, the conversation drifted to something far more interesting -- and something that did threaten to have his dirty laundry spilled. "Like a fox? Sassy as fuck, and generally acts on the impulsion of what she feels is best?"