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

That did the trick. Whatever hurt had materialized over the past week around his failure to ask her to stay (something she'd prompted, understood, and completely been okay with at the time) evaporated. He was chasing her this time, staying here, and she let herself be silently glad for the Glen's demise. If it hadn't been done, would he have shown up here? Would he have asked her to come?

More tests but thankfully she was done, for the moment, grilling him. He said he was here for her, to stay, and she was ready to snap it up at face value. It felt a little traitorous, taking happiness from another pack's hardship, but it was all in her head anyway.

I guess I can handle that, Fennec replied, trying to smother the smile brought on by the warmth that spread through her and only half succeeding.