Firefly Glen I'd rather turn around, turn you down, no matter how much I'd hate to leave

I have some timeline things to clear up now, but will be vague!  Fennec is such a mercurial character lmfao, things change a LOT.  Tag for reference, and trying to keep very vague!

Since the den incident, Fennec hadn't been going out of her way to necessarily avoid @Bronco, but she had certainly been going out of her way to meet every wolf that was not him.  Who knows why, the girl was a mystery.  (More like open book - he'd triggered her still-kicking abandonment issues something FIERCE).  She'd taken a while to rest up her digging instruments and then decided to go at it again, only this time she hid the project from Bronco as best she could.  

She didn't want his help, not now.  She'd felt the earth crumble, had known it was going to fall, and with how loud it seemed after the fact she knew she'd have been able to get out.  Jury's out on whether or not that fact was true, but she wasn't about to risk him, not when she was more than capable of risking her own blind ass just fine.  She could feel what he couldn't, and during her whole excavation, she hadn't slipped up once.  He's in there an hour and collapses the whole damn thing on his head.

She didn't care that the anger still came from panic; she lived it, and she held onto it, and she was going to turn it into a better fucking den than he could have ever dug out.  If he and Meerkat found another place to stay in the meantime?  Fine.  (No, it really wouldn't be).  

It took her days of searching to find the right spot.  Eventually her search led her to the falls themselves... and next to them, a rock ledge.  She felt along the length and breadth of it, climbing her way carefully up the rocks one bit at a time until she could pace along it.  The stone was more cliff than rock, and if it didn't dip too steeply into the ground too quickly, would make a perfect roof that would have no chance of caving in.  There wasn't much room for a garden, not like her last spot, but she could improvise.

She had already dug out a tunnel and was working on the internals now.  The rock ledge had ended up slanting down, but right now that just meant her entrance also slanted, dipping down at an incline before hollowing out into a small (at the moment) space, not even big enough for her to turn around in yet.  Fortunately the ledge outside would prevent rainwater from flowing down the tunnel and drenching her, but she planned on lining the ramp with moss to compensate, just in case.  She wasn't interested in waking up damp any night this winter.

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