Firefly Glen In these fine times

OHHH this is in the middle of awkwardness I think bwahaha

Fennec was dozing lightly when Phox's call startled her awake.  She stretched and yawned, then scratched idly at her shoulder where a few hunks of dirt still rested within her fur, a carry-over from yesterday's long digging pass.  She was making pretty good headway at this point into her new den, carving out a sizeable cavern that could house 2 wolves fairly comfortably at this point.  Before long she'd have the three (and change) that she needed.

That would have to wait, though!  She was glad to hear her dad and to go catch up, but he was probably here for a reason?  He hadn't called Bronco or Meerkat (thankfully...) so that tipped her off that it wasn't a family issue.  Something specific for her then.  She theorized as she traveled, everything from needing advice on a seance to dispell some angry ghost from the caldera to needing some poisons to get rid of an intruding army of bader-monsters.  The first sounded more interesting, she could hope it was that.

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