Big Salmon Lake I got used to living without you

She was tightlipped as she stood there after her tirade. She didn't give any real indication of agreement outside of her silence, but she didn't leave either... just waited for him to go on. Her optimism on it making any difference was burning low. He could try.

The swap rankled her. How he could go from practically running away from her to some sort of superior, high-horse act about needing to suddenly 'talk'. She didn't stop to consider that maybe she'd misunderstood... instead it felt like he was purposefully switching the script to make her out as the villain here. She was giving him what he wanted, wasn't she?

He hadn't even asked about Killdeer. Maybe he could explain that too, she thought, nursing the bitter hurt in her chest. All he was doing was drawing out the inevitable, and there was only one question that Fennec was interested in answering right now. Too bad she didn't know where to even begin asking it.