Redhawk Caldera So I'm wishing, wishing further

While she wouldn't have minded talking, Fennec didn't mind the silence either.  It was easy for her to ignore the pressure to respond lately, but the shared company was what she actually craved.  Her parents had all made sure she was never alone for long, but when she was awake and they were all gone, the space felt worse somehow.  Colder, bigger, and more empty.

It was a small blessing, maybe, that she was with it less often than not lately.  True sleep still came rarely, but lack of it combined with lack of appetite and air led to the sensation she was once more slowly slipping into.  A strange liminal space where hours would pass and she'd be unaware, lost in the fog of her own mind with thoughts flickering through at random, chasing themselves like strange spectres around her.

The burrow they darted down, as she drifted off this time, was one that followed her step-mother's trail.  She'd thought, to achieve everything she wanted to be, she'd need to leave home behind.  Yet Niamh was as much a badass as they get, and here she was... next to her.  She'd run from family various times and each time had proven, a little more, she was capable of standing on her own.  But when she thought of Niamh, and Towhee, and Hydra, that wasn't what she thought.  They were beyond that - and maybe that was what she should be aiming for.  Something else.

If she could catch it... merge it with the vision she had for herself... then maybe...

As she lay there, Fennec instinctually relaxed, and without any awareness or direction, her shallow breathing slowed somewhat to match Niamh's.  In spite of everything, she was able to finally slip into a true (and deep) sleep.  Something about the other wolf's presence carried her to it, and it would likely outlast her presence by a span.  Until she left, though, Fennec's body read the cues of 'safety' in Niamh's warmth, and she was out like a rock for the forseeable future.

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