Haunted Wood Laying in the churchyard looking for signs

Maybe her "curse" was to always be dissatisfied. Funny that now, happily mated, she almost felt more alone. There was something wrong and, as the weeks passed, she began to sort out what it was.

When she'd fallen in love with Bronco, it hadn't only been him. Well, it had, but a big part of it had been the casual touches he'd given almost constantly. His warmth, his constant presence, and she'd never had to see him to know where he was. Now there was always space between them, and the few times she'd initially bridged it, she'd learned how it upset him. She hadn't since. And it was hard.

Maybe I made a mistake.. Fuck, the fact that she could even think that. But she'd wanted this so badly, and now... now it felt like she was mates with a stranger. A roommate. Maybe I should talk to him.. Right, like that ever went well.

Fennec sighed, then cocked her head as she heard paw steps nearby. They'd broken her out of her train of thought and she realized she'd made it into the midst of the Haunted Wood. She'd always loved this forest, mostly for the name, but it also reminded her of Penn. Fuck, that felt like a lifetime ago.

Hmm. It didn't sound like Penn, but either way, this'd be pretty funny. Hey, Twigbrain. You lost? She asked, smirking. Talk about a quick way to find out if a wolf had a sense of humor, right? Honestly, she just needed a laugh. Real, real bad.