Redhawk Caldera But I can't fight anymore for you

Her style. For some reason, Bronco couldn't help but wonder if Fennec's style of leadership was anything like Niamh's, and maybe that was why there'd been some friction. Still, Towhee might've been reasonable thinking that Fennec should spend some time taking care of Killdeer rather than taking on leadership as well, with Bronco being absent- but he wasn't about to say it. He had to be amenable. So he nodded along and hummed thoughtfully in agreement. 

He'd never really been too worried or concerned about Fennec's obsession with being a witch, though. It seemed fairly harmless to him- helpful, in fsct, considering she knew plants well enough to also be a medic. "What was it I called you one time? Briarwitch?" He asked. He'd liked the sound of it. It made his lips twinge, almost as though he'd thought of smiling. But then they settled back to the dark, thin line that trailed down faintly at his jaw. 

"Mom never showed back up, did she," He stated. There might've been a hint of spite in his voice too; if Niamh hadn't lost her mind, he'd have his younger siblings to play with, and wouldn't have had to go looking for her, and never would have wound up this way.