Redhawk Caldera a drop filled with memories

Fennec wasn't sure what the right or wrong thing to say was, but at least what she was doing seemed to help.  She kept on doing it, right up until Meerkat brought up that she was going to have to tell Bronco.  Oof.  Fennec had no real concept of how close either of those wolves were to him, honestly.  She hadn't really been introduced to their circle when she'd joined the Glen, nor had she avidly joined in when most of their activities centered on hunting.  It was the one thing she'd never really managed to fully grasp, so most days she didn't bother trying.  Especially not in a group scenario.

But she imagined pretty close.  He's gonna be okay.  She answered.  She could at least reassure her on that, health wise, though reaction wise she supposed she wasn't really qualified to say for sure.  Still - to Fennec, death was just kind of something that happened.  Bronco and Meerkat would both be okay, in the end, because they had no choice but to be okay.  And in spite of everything, there was something kinda neat about that.