Sun Mote Copse A dream drawn from the sheath.

Penn's invitation rolled through Fennec's thoughts as she approached her mom and baby sister that morning.  She wasn't a wolf who often dreaded things... she rather enjoyed bringing that emotion to others, actually.  But today, she was definitely dreading this conversation.  Towhee was her first hurdle.  After she saw how that went, she'd try dad and Fig.  Fig last... for sure.

She heard Meerkat first, playing, then as she approached caught Towhee's sneeze.  It was the perfect beacon to draw her over, where she stopped a little ways away.  Hey, mom.  Can... you got a minute?  She wanted to make sure Towhee was watching and caught her words, so the question was as much a practiced ritual as it was a delay tactic.

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