Red smiled at Fang’s words. Somehow he always managed to figure out how to make her feel better, and she appreciated him for it. Then she sort of laughed when he mentioned her not remembering what she was afraid of. I do know one thing I’m afraid of,
she said softly. And it has nothing to do with foxes.
Here, she laughed again before continuing. I’m afraid of thunderstorms. Deathly afraid. I start running around like crazy until I find somewhere to shove my head into. I hate the sound. It’s too loud and I can’t handle it…
The coywolf glanced at Fang before looking away again, giving an absentminded smile as she looked around at the forest. We should get going, I think. It’s getting dark and I would much rather be back at the Sunspire than here with the foxes tonight. Even if you’re with me.
She paused to let him give his two cents, and then turned and began to trot away back to the mountain.