Redhawk Caldera You'll be always on my mind

Someone was approaching. Fennecs quickly picked up her mom's step pattern, the slightest hitch of old injury that never quite disappeared completely. She didn't immediately enter, which tickled Fennec, but she quietly appreciated it. It was nice to know she could have some space if she wanted it.

Right now? She definitely did not. Slowly she got up and, ignoring any sounds of protest, poked her nose towards the lighter air outside. If that bird is the loud one, you're doubly welcome. I'm guessing you're here to see Killer?

She thought it was a hilariously apt nickname, especially with the way the kid already seemed keen on harassing her.