Redhawk Caldera It's not just where you make your bed

get a quick response here since this is plot important <3

Fennec frowned at her dad's words, hearing them and obviously in disagreement.  Reyes had said he wasn't sure how bad she was but that made sense to her.  And he'd sounded like he felt bad enough for it to her when he said it.  But they didn't know.

Have you ever fought Niamh?  she asked Phox, knowing the answer before she even asked.  Of course he hadn't.  I mean, for real?  Because I have, and if she fought him like she fought me, he probably didn't have an option.  Hers had only been a spar and the way she'd been pushed into fighting she doubted she'd have known until after if she actually injured Niamh.  Thankfully she hadn't been capable.

It was the part she'd liked best about sparring her; there was no holding back.  But that was apparently done now.  A familiar twinge of hurt, but she ignored it.

She obviously didn't catch a word of Towhee's signing, so her ears turned with alarm when her mom just abruptly left.  So much for that idea?

Anyway.  Whatever's best.  She said, not willing to argue with her dad (who seemed understandably strung out already) and tired herself after a long and somewhat eventful trip.  All she wanted was a nap and something to eat but she'd probably wait on the latter.  She'd need to check how much was around with only really her dad and Rue here to hunt.  (That was Rue she heard, yeah?  Seemed like it.). She gave her dad a nuzzle as she passed,  one of silent understanding.  She wasn't about to give him sympathy since she didn't think she'd want it in his place but she got it.  And it sucked.