Redhawk Caldera A fish that's learned to fly

Fennec was back, and apparently she hadn't run off as Phox has originally suspected. Then again, maybe that wasn't the truth. Honestly, he didn't care, and he was happy to take her story at face-value. No sense in fighting with her, as he'd learned long ago. He came bearing a gift of a fresh, plump rat. It was no feast, but it would be a good snack so that Fennec could get her strength back. It sounded like she was in pretty rough shape, and he couldn't imagine how hard it must be for the girl who wanted so badly to be independent.

Hey kiddo, he said when he got closer, I brought you some food. Not much, but I can always run and grab more if you need it.

What was it with these injured wolves showing up on their borders ever since they'd moved here? And not even strangers. Wolves that already knew them. He knew that Meerkat had brought her here, presumably because of Eljay's healing knowledge, but didn't Moonspear have a healer? Maybe Fennec didn't trust that one as much. In any case, he was glad to have her home, although he wished the circumstances had been different.