Sun Mote Copse dead as dead can be

Fennec ignored the guy, aside from the name.  Perdition, what a weird one, though it suited him.  He definitely wasn't normal, from what she'd seen, and she was intensely curious what the lightning had done.  She wasn't convinced he wasn't lying, of course, but if he was actually hit there had to be some wicked effects.  She'd never seen lightning, but she'd smelled it... and it always set her fur on edge in the best way.

I don't care, she said, surprised he was asking her that.  All I was doing was letting him go to the river and seeing what was wrong under the mud.  After that, he can go do whatever he was doing before.  

Her ears swiveled, and she slowed down, the telltale sound of the water hitting her ears.  Was she missing something?  She was all well and good with being allowed to do things, but deciding who stayed and went was definitely not on her resume of skills worth having.  God, being a greeter had to be even worse than being a healer.  Could you imagine?