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Bazi smiled at Kaskara's unrelenting kindness. For someone that was fully capable of ripping out a throat and playing it like a flute, she was a wise and gentle wolf with time and comforting words for anyone that needed it. A shoe-in for counsellor, really.

Blue Willow. Bazi recognized the name, but couldn't remember where from. Days from now, she would remember her as the kind, doe-eyed female that had taught her about poultices - and yarrow. That knowledge was dusty now.

"Skinny[i]?" she countered, drawing up an image of Kieran in her head. Was he skinny? Next to Scimitar, maybe - at a push. "At this rate I think we're going to have to find you a [i]bear."