Moonspear I don’t wanna be saved

Sometimes Fennec chose to sleep near her son, but other times she slept alone. Her conversation with Towhee, and the restlessness it inspired, had kept her up for the past few nights. Add to that the worsening guilt over her siblings (all of them, really) and she hadn’t slept well in a few nights.

She loved Killer more than anything else, but he couldn’t help this. He always reminded her, whether he meant to or not, how time and time again it was her choices that divided their family. She should have stayed in Epoch. Maybe he’d actually wanted to.

It had been fucked, letting Germanicus drive her away. He was a footnote in her life. She likely barely crossed his mind anymore.

It was deep in the night when she rose and began to search for where @Penn stayed. She assumed it was nearby, and if she found him, she’d wordlessly curl up alongside and against. Tonight Fennec wanted the company of someone who had no reason to be disappointed in her.

can be short or a read only! Set loosely after/among the towhee visits

Penn had no ulaq on the mountain. He had always preferred to sleep outside in the open air when the weather was kind enough not to drive him to shelter. He found it liberating—a small reminder that even though he now walked within the borders of a pack, he was still free.

The weather was just barely unkind enough that night to allow him to enjoy the resting place he preferred. There was no rain or wind, but it was still just barely cold enough to make him a bit uncomfortable in the open. Penn being Penn stubbornly refused to let that deter him, though, and so he slept on a bit restlessly.

His mind did him no favors either, for he knew in the morning he would go to Meerkat's den and deliver the gift he had promised to her kids. The thought of seeing them, of interacting with pups was a very distracting one for him. He was excited and he was uncertain. But it would be fine—he'd moved on from the heartache, the shame, the awful feeling of loss over how he'd wasted his chance to be a father to his own children.

Or so he thought. But he wouldn't figure out how wrong he was for a few hours yet.

Penn was sleeping lightly when a dream roused him for the eighth or ninth time that night. He shifted slightly, but stopped in the next heartbeat when he realized he was no longer alone. Fenn was there, and the realization so surprised him that, for a moment, he was wide awake. He stared at her in silence, wondering why on earth she had decided to join him, wondering if maybe she thought he was someone else, and finally, sobering, maybe she knew it was him, but was just imagining he was someone else.

His ears fell a little, but he laid his head back down and snuggled against her. Guessing what she thought or felt was a useless activity, and he was tired. And now, since he was no longer cold with her warmth against him, he easily fell back to sleep.

<3

Fennec didn't fall asleep quickly, but she had by the time he woke. She wouldn't comment on it if he didn't, and over the next few nights it would become a clear pattern. She would regularly, without acknowledging it, take advantage of his company.

She'd never slept well alone. She knew Penn could be counted on not to make a big deal of it, and maybe she just quietly wanted to thank him too. For being there, and shit.

Anyway. When it got warmer maybe he'd kick her out of his space. She'd take the better night sleep as long as it lasted.

<3