Phantom Hollow It's not just where you lay your head

Lucky for Reyes, his street cred was safe.  He didn't respond to her comment but she hadn't really given it to receive a response - she was far more interested in the question he did answer.

So Niamh had kicked him out.  Officially or not, he figured she'd probably attack him if she returned, which was probably a good bet.  And if they had fought, Fennec guessed her dad likely wasn't on this guy's side either.  I get it.  She replied, and she did in a way.  The only real fight she'd had with her stepmother was around the healing snaffu, and as soon as she'd made the realization she had, she'd known nothing Niamh did would ever get under her fur again.  It wasn't because she was blind; Niamh just treated everyone like that.

She's a bitch.  She has the spine to back it up, which I think's awesome, but some wolves don't deal with it.  She thought of Bronco as she said that, and what he'd said about his mom.  She was his biggest reason for not coming back home too, and while Fennec did really wish he'd reconsider, she couldn't fault him for it.  Not any more than she felt he could fault her for needing to be there nowadays.

Do you want me to look at it?  She asked, meaning the shoulder.  It sounded like he was walking okay, albeit with a bit of a limp now that she took a moment to notice.  His gait was less familiar to her and she hadn't thought to compare before now.  She didn't mind, though she'd lost any of the things she'd gathered to potentially treat it with.  It was a gut-punch every time she remembered it.