Bast kinda liked that “us” thing. The dog-boy said they'd teach the crocodile a lesson. She liked that too. She didn't know exactly why it felt nice, but it did. So she trotted after him, even though he was doing what he was told.
Bast didn't do what she was told. She did what she wanted. And she wanted to stay with the dog-boy. What had the pretty lady called him? Anpu? Bast wanted to play with him.
Plus there might be honey cakes.
She wove around his back legs, slinking under his belly to come out on his other side. That was fun! She had to bend a little to do it, but she could go right under him. Just for fun, she did it again, listening to what he was saying so she could know what was going on. Bast hated feeling stupid.
“I like birds,” she told Anpu. “They jump and squawk and flutter when you pounce at them. It's funny. Can we make Haru squawk? Is he fast? It's fun to chase them when they're fast.” As an afterthought, she added, “I'm glad I didn't break your tail.”