Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

He didn't ask her to explain, just immediately agreed.  Fennec wouldn't have been able to explain it anyway.  She had no idea why the sudden loathing had set in, or the feeling like she needed to suddenly crawl out of her own fur being inside of here.  It was instantaneous and it was immense, and she barely waited for his okay before she was already leaving.  Her throat clenched as she did, a sudden surge of irritation.  She wasn't afraid, but she was definitely affected, and that made her mad enough that she began to itch for a fight.  Unfortunately Bronco was the only target around, and he hadn't really called her for that.  

It was probably pretty clearly written on just about everything about her that the mood of the moment had gone to shit.  She was quiet as she let him lead the way, but an internal pressure seemed to build up like a silent scream in her mind.  What the fuck is this?

She stopped, abruptly, fur still prickled.  Why did you want to go there? she asked, directly.  There was no accusation, but there was a pointed intensity that probably rang a little off.  She had no idea why the question jumped out as needing asked, or why the answer was so damn important.  This entire thing was weird, but she was rolling with it because there wasn't much else she could do right now.  Short of convincing Bronco to pound her into the dirt, that is... but he didn't fight like his mom, so fat luck on that.