Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

She could definitely tell from first touch it was a pelt.  It was soft, too.  Bronco had apparently put some time into fixing it up.  Fennec's parents had never been into pelts, but she recalled his mom had a bunch whenever she'd visit their half-siblings.  That reminded her of their last talk, and everything that had happened since.  She shifted a little as the reminder set her shoulder to itching.

Oh, yeah, okay.  She stuck her nose inside where the "pouch" part came in.  It was makeshift, but she could tell with a little investigation how it might work.  The fact that she would no longer have to carry less tasteful herbs in her mouth was a huge plus, but there was another bonus that actually made her expression light up in a full blown smile.  Poisons.  This pouch can so carry poisons!

This is awesome! Thanks Bronco!  She was so excited that she forgot to not be sincere for a second, and then realized it a moment later.  Only the best for your firstborn, huh?  She did give a little lean of her shoulder into his though, to re-iterate the thanks.  She wasn't sure why he had made this for her, but she could not wait to try it out.