Redhawk Caldera The Harlequin Lamp
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Bronco had passed by? Somehow she'd missed his scent along the borders. She had no idea that he'd spent a grand total of five minutes or less lingering somewhere near the bottom of the Caldera, so it wasn't too unusual for her to have missed something so fleeting. It surprised her to hear that Bronco freaked out at the mention of a cave- as far as she knew, he preferred to sleep underground. He'd taken up her old bachelor den in the Copse once she'd moved out of it, and had always been comfortable in the den she'd whelped the three pups in as well.

“A cave?” She asked, and she rolled her eyes. Such a flighty boy. Apparently caves were now not OK; what other things was she going to find out about her son that were steeped in fear and insecurity? Phox mentioned teenage angst, and Niamh nodded- though she found it interesting that somehow, Fennec and Bronco had ended up in a tiff. As far as she knew, they'd been fairly close. Bronco had also had something to do with Fennec deciding to leave and go live in Moonspear, so she hummed softly to herself as she mused with that thought. “Teenage angst probably. You don't think the two of them are an item, do you?” She asked casually. It didn't bother her- the kids were only step-siblings, after all, but she thought Fennec might be a bit too much for Bronco. He was too soft. Still- the idea was kind of cute. “I always assumed he'd end up having a thing for blondes. Who doesn't?” She asked with a smirk.

She noticed the distracted look on his features, the way his gaze went somewhat vacant for a moment, no doubt lost in thought. She could sense a bit of nervousness from him- he was a bit more chatty than usual, but then again, he had every right to be on edge. He thought Fennec might disappear again, and that made her frown. She shared his sentiment, and knew the world to be a dark and savage place even when you prepared for the worst. “Hmm. D'you think it might be worth visiting her to see where her head's at?” She asked. She found Fennec difficult to read, and even more difficult to approach without potentially making her frustrated or angry. They seemed to have struck a truce for now, but Niamh wasn't willing to push her luck. Phox, she thought, might have more success.
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The Harlequin Lamp - by RIP Niamh - November 21, 2020, 03:40 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by Phox - November 21, 2020, 04:24 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by RIP Niamh - November 21, 2020, 07:27 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by Phox - November 21, 2020, 09:37 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by RIP Niamh - November 21, 2020, 10:07 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by Phox - November 22, 2020, 08:17 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by RIP Niamh - November 24, 2020, 01:48 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by Phox - November 24, 2020, 09:15 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by RIP Niamh - November 26, 2020, 07:56 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by Phox - November 29, 2020, 06:09 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by RIP Niamh - December 02, 2020, 02:01 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by Phox - December 05, 2020, 10:20 AM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by RIP Niamh - December 08, 2020, 08:14 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by Phox - December 09, 2020, 07:45 PM
RE: The Harlequin Lamp - by RIP Niamh - December 12, 2020, 02:54 PM