Sun Mote Copse And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down

Bronco's immediate agreement soothed her some, though she still felt agitated, like there was an itch beneath her pelt that she couldn't scratch no matter how she tried.  She didn't like this feeling one bit, and little by little, she began to try to draw herself back in.

He was more caught up on the hitting, but that wasn't the part that upset Fennec.  It sucked, but she'd trained with Towhee.  She was no stranger with being punted into the dirt.  What she didn't like was the reasoning and what the move had implied.  But getting into that was really close to oversharing, and Fennec had already crossed one line today.  She wasn't about to breach another.

Yeah, well.  Whatever.  She can kiss my ass anyway, I don't know why my dad even likes her.  Doubling down, she took a breath, then stopped her pacing.  Right.  It wasn't even worth it.  Wasn't like she ever had to talk to her or deal with her anyway.  As she tried to level-set, she felt the awkwardness of her earlier greeting with Bronco fall over her, and she let the silence stretch for a moment.  So... you really left, huh?  she finally asked, a peace offering of sorts.