Redhawk Caldera But I can't fight anymore for you

Had she assumed that he'd wanted to keep their relationship a secret? Of course, if the hunters showed up, he'd deny any connection with her- any wolf would, to protect their loved one, he thought. But that didn't mean they shouldn't be together in the meantime. 

Regardless, she seemed to relax once they'd come to an agreement, and moved toward him to sit at his side and lean against him. His skin prickled, and his ears flicked back. He didn't want to be touched. It was just Fennec, he told himself. Don't project. He'd have to be fine with this; it'd be easier if he acted as though this was fine. It would've been hard to feel any tension in his muscles anyway, as scant as they were. With his shoulders so bony, he doubted she would've felt how stiff he was anyway. A blessing in disguise. 

He tried to stay tuned in to what she was talking about despite the alarms going off in his brain. "Oh?" An argument with Towhee, likely- just like the way Niamh had argued with her before. He was aware that his mother had been demoted, or asked to step down, before. The parallels were unnerving. Then again, he shouldn't simply assume. "I'm sure she'll understand, whatever reasons you had for doing so. Do you think she's disappointed or something?" Something was keeping Fennec and Towhee from having a conversation and while he didn't really have the bandwidth to try and help them sort it out, it was sort of his duty, now, to listen to his new mate and help her get through tough things like this.