Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

She couldn't see his reaction, but the neck rub felt amazing.  Contrary to the way she sometimes acted, Fennec wasn't a wolf averse to touch.  It just needed to be invited, as the alternative never failed to be startling.    Casual contact was a part of her every day growing up, following Fig with pelts brushing.

She stopped leaning, but didn't bother moving away, as he mentioned their need for a medic.  And here I haven't even shown you my skills yet.  Are you that quick to trust any witch that promises to help?  Fennec jested.  Really, she was thinking.  Bronco wanted her to stay, which was cool, honestly.  But that meant she really had peaced out completely on Fig, and on Eljay.  She would definitely need to at least go home and say something to them herself before she settled here long term.  Responsibility really was a double edged sword.

I'll just have to see how well I like it here.  Keep my options open, yknow?  She added noncommitally.  She already knew the scales were heavily weighted towards yes.  Moonspear and the Glen offered the bonus of independence with the comfort of family.  But she enjoyed just even being able to say that sentence way, way too much.  The smile hadn't entirely disappeared, so he might be able to guess at some of it anyway.