Redhawk Caldera When she sleeps there is a fever dream

Wow, what had Phox gotten himself into.

Yeah, he said, replying to Bronco's first question.

She wasn't. I went to Firefly Glen when Maia got hurt to ask her for supplies. Phox's eyes narrowed on Bronco now. There was something that wasn't being said here, and Phox—while usually fine to let others keep their secrets (Frodo style)—couldn't help himself but ask the question that was tickling the back of his throat.

What aren't you telling me? he asked, hoping a rephrase might get Bronco to spill whatever it was he seemed so worried about.

Is Fennec hurt? In trouble? Is that why you're here? Spill the beans, Bronco!

Why hadn't Bronco led with Fennec being in trouble if that was the case? None of this made any sense, and Phox felt himself growing impatient with him. Bronco was hiding something, but it was clear that it was something he both need and didn't want to talk about. Why the filler asking for a tour, though? And why hadn't he called for Phox when he'd gotten here? Or hell, Niamh?

All Phox could do now was tap his paw, waiting for Bronco to say what he was so hesitant to get out.