Redhawk Caldera I'll bury my future behind

Even if things hadn't played out in the most ideal way so far, Fennec was getting pretty used to having Bronco around. And while she still couldn't shake the feeling that one of these days she'd find him just.... gone, it was easy to take for granted everything he did. Except on the rare occasion, like today, when guilt pushed her to try and do something to pay it forward.

Problem one with gifts... finding something to give them that wasn't shit. And if you managed that, problem two with gifts... finding a way to give it to them that wasn't awkward or weird. And if you managed that, problem three with gifts... doing it all over again when they inevitably did something back for you and the endless cycle repeated.

It had her tempted to just kind of leave the pelt as an unmentioned addition, one he may or may not notice and that only she'd know about... something to know she'd contributed and nothing more. But if she was going to be make up for being a sack of shit to him last few weeks, a good place to start was probably with making herself uncomfortable to try and do things his way.

Dont think I'm gonna make a habit of this, she thought, but she had to hide a smirk as she heard him approaching.

Found something for you, Fennec said when he was closer, probably in enough to see (if not notice). I'd tell you to close your eyes but one of us should probably know if the guy was as ugly as he sounded. She prodded the fox pelt to the side a bit more, shifting so there was a little more room that side. Now you won't have to shove me off mine every night.

On that one she did finally grin. It was a complete lie and doubtless Bronco knew it. If there was a bed hog here it was her, unapologetically.