Redhawk Caldera But I can't fight anymore for you

She didn't notice his discomfort, but because he didn't move closer, she didn't either. She wasn't the type to dwell on things but she knew she'd made things... difficult here. Completely unaware of his aversion to touch, she put the lack on that. It was another reminder of how much things had changed, albeit a small one, and she felt a small pang for it.

No. I don't think my style suited them, and besides.... she seems to think I can't do it and be there for Killdeer. She's wrong, but I'd rather not hear it. It was about the worst-faith interpretation of what her mom had said but Fennec had been seriously bothered by the implication she read in it.

Witches don't need that sort of thing anyway. We're the ones those types come to when they have real problems. Fennec added with a small smirk. She didn't want to weigh down the conversation with things that really were settled, and it seemed like so much less of a big deal now that they were here. Maybe Bronco could work his way up if he wanted to.

Or, maybe... when Killdeer was old enough, they could do their own thing.

She loved her family, but it was a neat thought, building something that was theirs. It surprised her, just then, that she actually wanted that. She'd always been fond of roaming but she'd never, in her memory, actually considered founding a pack. It seemed the past few months had changed her in a few ways as well.