Work is work ;; leaving to give gift baskets

[Bakari]

The cheetah had been blessed by a basket made by careful paws previously. He cherished it and it's future contents, but could not forget that other baskets were to be destined upon others. With that in mind, he could not let the male go without a goodbye from their new friend Bakari. After all, his first impression was begging for a basket... Perhaps this would be an improvement on the previous interaction. With a task at mind, the feline headed out into the territory in search of the kind being.

Spotting a wagon from afar, paws quickened their pace. Eventually, he landed at the edge of the wagon's filled edge with a skittering halt. Bakari's gaze momentarily surveyed the filled baskets, only to let his gaze dash up to the other's face moments later. "On your way out?" he curiously asked. The cheetah, knowing the answer to his question already, continued on quickly. "You are... Yes." The monochromatic feline nodded to himself. "You should be careful on your adventure now, though I'm sure most groups won't give you trouble." The Coalition of the Condemned was full of pansies, but Tanglewood and The Typhoon were too busy infighting to care about the rest. The Pitt, in the meantime, seemed to be being nice for once. Bakari was displeased by that, but kept that to himself.

The cheetah caught himself before rambling off. Instead, he routed to his main point. "I'd like to thank you for the basket, my friend. It matches the hairdo perfectly." His paw ran through his mohawk in a show of his color. As a thank you, he offered his service. "Now, if you need a hand, I can help," he remarked.