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He panted softly while he waited. The slope was steeper than he'd recalled, and he was still quite weak from the time he'd spent running. He's curled up beneath the low-hanging boughs of a spruce tree and he tensed when he thought he heard someone padding along nearby. His own sense of smell was compromised by the collection of scents he'd added to his own. 

Even now, though, that first glimpse of pale beige fur made him think first of his mother before he recognized that it was Fennec. He'd hardly spared a thought for his Mom, who he assumed was still missing, and it made him feel a bit guilty...But his frustration with her hadn't passed either. If she hadn't been such a proud, stubborn mule, then he could have met his younger siblings, and he wouldn't have gone through everythin he'd gone through while he'd been out looking for her. 

"Fenn," He hissed, and he slowly pushed his head out between two boughs. Bless her soul- she was carrying a mouthful of meat with her and the sight of it made his stomach rumble so fiercely that it made the loose skin and fur along his bony ribs ripple.