Redhawk Caldera Say it soft and it's almost like praying

Fennec sighed, then walked out and sat down with a grimace.  Right, maybe she'd asked for it for trying to plant Penn's nose in the snow, but no amount of karma was going to convince her he didn't deserve it.

She could tell it was Bronco immediately, though she had no clue what he was doing with his voice.  The confusion did help to lessen some of her frustration, but it didn't exactly bring about the smile he was hoping for.  She'd been deep in her own thoughts and the change in both tone and context was jarring.

Yeah, well.  If you see him, tell him good luck with that.  She replied.  Then she tipped her head back and let out a breath.  She really didn't want to take any of this out on him, but the temptation was lurking way too close for comfort.  Wishing the coyote luck instead seemed like bad form, particularly when it wasn't Bronco she'd like to have eaten at the moment.