Redhawk Caldera And my cuts have healed with time

Fennec stopped when Towhee asked her again, exasperated and suddenly a little tired. She'd already said she wanted it, and that she didn't know how else she could prove it. What more did her mom want?!

She'd determined to get the hell out of there without delay, which was good, because that meant instead of immediately lashing out with her frustration, she gave Towhee a chance to finish with her offer. And that made Fennec stop walking away, freezing in place for a second.

If she was being completely honest, the Regent thing was a deflect for her from the start. Sure, she felt like she deserved it. And she did want it. But coming here today, asking for it, it had been a way to assert some kind of control on a life that felt like it was spinning of the rails faster than she could jam it back on. She hadn't been expecting Towhee to say yes. And she certainly hadn't been expecting to remain in that position after her mom found out, let alone have the offer come after.

That meant this was the real deal, and for the first time, Fennec actually took a moment to consider what that meant. She didn't necessarily think leading would be hard, but it would mean caring about things that she didn't normally bother with. It also meant dealing pretty heavily with the rest of the pack during a time when she'd rather hide and have nothing to do with any of them. That thought alone had her close to saying no.

Finally she turned over her shoulder, in the vague direction that she knew her mom was. Yeah. Okay. She needed to do this, because if she let this ruin it, she doubted she'd get over that anytime soon.