Redhawk Caldera I'll bury my future behind

Should have traded it out, clearly. Fennec retorted half-heartedly, but she was pleased that he seemed to like it. She really hadn't had a single clue how it'd go over, but it stoked her ego pretty damn good that she'd managed to catch something worth the praise.

Something lurched in her abdomen and she let out a breath, rolling carefully sideways as the monsters (how many?) did their gymnastics in her. This is so weird. Y'know what it feels like? Fish. Really weird, sometimes really annoyed, fish swimming around in there. At least, that was the closest she could equate it. If she'd known a thing about aliens she could have drawn some pretty spectacular comparisons but unfortunately, no dice.

There was one small blessing for Fennec though - she didn't give a shit if she looked reminiscent of wolf who'd just ate a watermelon. Belly-sideways sometimes made the creatures settle.

It was one of her first neutral broachings of the subject. She didn't really notice it, but the panicked hormonal fury was slowly calming down into something dangerously close to acceptance this past week... and if she wasn't careful, it might cross into curiosity by the time all of it was over.