Redhawk Caldera [M] Recycled air, the smell of sleep and disinfectant

Fennec didn't know what to do with that answer. A part of her did, the part that heard the way he said her name and was immediately won over. The authority in his tone did make her fur prickle and a conflicted chill rippled down her spine. He had no right to act like that, but she didn't want him to leave. She didn't want him going anywhere.

She came closer. It was a mistake, she knew, but she couldn't help it. Her pelt brushed his and her own pulse picked up as well, part nerves, part expectation. Why now? She asked, turning. She wasn't sure the answer would even matter at this point, but some part of her still needed to ask. The part that wasn't sure it believed him.