Firefly Glen Malkavian

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She took care of storing the kill herself, though part of him wondered if this was perhaps too close to Fennec's den to be planting someone else's food. The last thing he wanted was for her to think that he was taking over her area, and making it into a storage of caches, though that really wouldn't have been the worst thing in the world. Hell, who wouldn't like to wake up only to find someone had buried breakfast right next to your bed?

She moved then to his side and showed her readiness to move- while waiting patiently for him to do so. “You...Wanna shadow me?” He asked quietly. He didn't really want company, and he didn't really want the obligation of finding some way to keep her engaged, because he would have preferred to be left to zone out and travel on his own. He wanted to try and track Fennec down, but her scent trail wasn't in the area. Any trace of her was at least a few days old. He sighed, but nodded, and began to walk.

He decided they would meander along the ravine, following the river toward the heart-shaped lake at the heart of their territory, to see if perhaps she had visited that area in the past few days to get a drink.