Redhawk Caldera we'll always have this dance

A few weeks. Fennec, bored, had begun experimenting with Killdeer a bit when Bronco wasn't around to see. Nothing dangerous. But she liked to see what range of motion he had, and there was a lot of amusement to be found in boxing him in with her forelegs and feeling him work his way out of the situation, or giving him random things to hunt for and seeing if he caught the gist and found them. Sometimes he did, though that might have been more by luck than any real knowledge on his part. It definitely happened more often when she pointed him at it.

He was trundling his way over her foreleg when Meerkat approached, and Fennec invited her in vocally without moving. She had kind of lost track on if her sister was still in the pack to be honest; she hadn't seen much of her and Meerkat tended to bounce to and fro. Unlike her brother and dad, however, Meerkat didn't get the brunt of her hypocrisy. Just like with Alyx, her younger siblings were a little different.

Hey. She greeted her casually, unaware that she'd been being avoided with reason.