Redhawk Caldera Jet Song

The validation was really nice.  She still didn't feel like he one hundred percent got it, but she near able to put into words that it hadn't just been frustrating.  Bronco seemed to find it so easy to just think about others like that, so to him, maybe it would have been.  Fennec thought about others pretty much never.  Opening herself up like that, and really trying, only to fail so miserably there wasn't really any coming back from it?  Heartbreaking.

She didn't assume that her comment would make him go look for it.  She hadn't really put much thought behind it, though if she'd assumed a result, she'd have probably thought it at least let him know he'd found a good one.  She'd called it "stupid" at least a dozen times in her rant and didn't want him thinking she hated it because it was just the opposite.  It was.  Too bad.  You just... don't have to have a gift to hang out with me.  Okay?  It felt like every time he came to see her, he brought something, and while she could try to be better about taking them when offered, it made her feel a bit like shit that she never had anything to give back.  Even now, he'd brought her a rabbit, and her only real contribution was letting him share it.

Well, shit.  She should have guessed this was going to come up because she'd feared it before and it hadn't.  They hadn't really gotten to finish the conversation because she'd coughed a lungful of blood and then essentially passed out last time they talked.  I promised mom I'd stay.  She said, with obvious reluctance.  They kinda need me here.  There's gonna be kids, right? And Eljay might leave.  Even if he didn't, the Caldera had a far smaller number than the glen, and a lot of them were either young or would soon be denned up with kids.  She couldn't hunt but she could at least keep her nose and ears to the borders.  She loved the glen, but she loved her family too, and she actually felt like she should keep her promise this time.