Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

Something in her had shifted from this, and she could feel it lurking, similar to the feeling she'd gotten a while back.  She should have learned her lesson, but Fennec seemed to have a bad habit of holding onto emotional mines and allowing them to be triggered later, at random, whenever the right moment fell.  Or the wrong moment, depending on how you looked at it?

Anyway, at least Bronco was laughing (kind of).  He wanted to playfully wrestle, she wanted a real spar, but she gave in willingly with the silent promise that she'd find her mom or Niamh at some point when she got home and go flat out.  The thought comforted her despite making her stomach twinge.  He was sad still, right?  Which meant if this cheered him up, she'd play along.

She didn't get out of the way of his pounce, choosing to take whatever move he was making his first.  Whether he chose to take her down into the snow or not, she'd attempt to roll him onto his side.  Normally her go-to was to make a bid for the ears, but with his still healing, she didn't.