Bast looked around when the pretty lady said there was somebody she should meet. All she saw was a mangy dog coming towards them. No, not a dog. A jackal. No jackal was going to go all growly at her new friend! Bast glowered at the animal as it got closer and then it yipped. It yipped! Bast narrowed her eyes, and the thing stopped, just because she looked so tough.
But then the pretty lady started talking to it. And she said Bast's name and told it about the race. Why was she doing that? Was this who the pretty lady wanted her to meet? Why? It was just some mangy ol' jackal. It probably even smelled.
“I'm not racing that,” Bast declared firmly. “I'd beat it anyway, but it's just a stupid jackal. I don't wanna race it. I wanna run with you. Can we go now? It can go eat mice or lizards or something. I don't want lizards. I want the cake thingies. Can we have more of those? Can we go see your shiny house? C'mon, let's run!”
Though she'd been tugging to get away a minute ago, now she used both hands to hold onto the pretty lady's fingers. She pulled gently, urging her to run, to get away from the ugly jackal. She'd protect the pretty lady if it tried to bite her or something, but she didn't want to stay here.