Redhawk Caldera With fire in her eyes,

Fennec didn't try to hide her annoyance at the insistence. She felt her fur tingle uncomfortably, though, when she realized the woman wasn't alone. Another wolf had silently joined the gathering; she hadn't heard him arrive, but she caught his presence now. There was nothing particularly ominous about it, but Fennec was a wolf who couldn't really afford to take that for granted. Her nerves were firing despite her somewhat churlish expression.

Then you'll be waiting a while. And I'm not about to just let you hang around here. If you have something to say, I can take a message. She didn't owe it to them, and she didn't like that whoever this was felt obligated to it. Who was she, even? Fennec didn't recognize her from the Glen, at least, not when she'd been there.

Either way, she didn't want to babysit, but she couldn't just leave them either. Not with new pups nearby and their numbers thin enough as it was. Who knew if they'd stay put?