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Her head turned to train on the sound as he hissed her name and she found him immediately. She hadn't been able to scent him either, but as she approached, she heard the rumble of his stomach clear as day. She'd remembered - it was hard not to notice how light he'd been.

She didn't really know what to say now. They'd both said a hell of a lot before and, short of anger, emotional minefields were something she usually dodged out of. She set the meat down and took a step back from it, then sat down. Here. She hadn't brought it for them to share.

She stayed silent while he ate, wondering. If no one else showed, should she bother calling them? Fennec wasn't a leader here anymore. The hurt of that argument with her mom was still raw, as was the guilt over some of the things she'd said. Not enough to apologize, but when was it ever?

Welcome back. It wasn't an apology or a thanks. It wasn't half of what it should have been and it was probably pretty clear, if he was paying attention, that Fennec was awkwardly sparse with the words. She wouldn't bother calling, instead waiting patiently for him to finish eating. Luckily there was more where that came from as well; she'd probably need to make another trip before nightfall.