When the jackal boy grabbed her tail, she returned the favor by grabbing his. How she thought that would result in anything other than the two of them going in literal circles wasn’t clear, but Bast figured it was best to give as good as she got. Especially since he was still bigger than her as a jackal. Which didn’t matter. She’d still win. She always won. She was Bast.
But because she was giving as good as she got, all she did was grab his tail and growl a bit. Because he didn’t bite down hard. He wasn’t hurting her. It took a minute, but she figured out he just wanted to wrestle. Oh she could do that! That was fun! She might even let him think he was winning for a little bit, so he’d have fun too. Bast was nice that way.
Then the pretty lady said they should stop so they could play. Didn’t she see that theywere playing? Silly lady.
When the pretty lady mentioned treats, Bast slid a side-long glance at the jackal boy. She had to do it side-long, she still had his tail in her mouth. But she wanted to see if the pretty lady was making it up or if there really would be treats, and the jackal boy would probably know. Before Bast could figure it out though, there was a hand going around her tummy. And then that hand was lifting.
Uncertain as to what was going on, Bast let that happen. But she didn’t let go of the jackal boy’s tail. She just hung there, limply, still biting the dirty doggy tail, waiting to see just what was going to happen next.