Moonstone Quarry I bet you're not so civilized

Dying is very easy, Fennec.  It takes skill to survive.. I know that, she replied softly with a slight surly undercurrent.  But if I never get real practice I can't learn.  

Spars were different, no one took her seriously and she felt she couldn't fully engage without risking injuring her packmates.  She'd not really taken trips as a pup outside the borders, nor ever been subject to see what the wider world had to offer.  Maybe they'd figured without eyes there was no point, but now she couldn't explain it.

Fine.  She gave in with a heavy sigh, and stepped forward to stand next to Wraen.  She didn't want to return but she couldn't ignore the fact that she'd been shaken up by this encounter - leaving to press further did feel like tempting fate.  Besides, the things she described sounded worse than what she'd just fought, and how could she fight something she couldn't hear coming?  Her whole world was contained in her ears, especially when the wind couldn't be trusted.