Redhawk Caldera I thought I'd have it worked out and I'd be making plenty

Fall was coming. A part of Fennec was delighted, but another felt the chill of the season with a bit of apprehension. It made it harder and harder to ignore the space in the den, especially whenever Killdeer was absent. It felt a bit like a punishment, and while reason said otherwise, she hadn't worked up the courage to ask.

Which wasn't fair to either of them. And resolving to change that, she'd planned to ask that night. She'd also tried to find something fresh to eat for the occasion, but her flock was nowhere to be found. It happened sometimes but never failed to make her anxious - perhaps this time was the one they'd decided she'd served her use. She'd find out when (and if) they returned.

Leftovers, then, from a hunt she wasn't asked to help with. Another check in her growing marks against Ruenna, not that it mattered if the decisions were actually hers. Or if the logic was sound. She'd likely never learn to accept being overlooked by default and, as usual, required someone to blame it on. Her previous rank-share, now co-Soverign, was an easy and satisfying target.

She picked at it some, but found she wasn't hungry after all. Setting it aside, she settled into her usual spot to wait as the sky darkened to night. When (if?) @Bronco returned, she'd bring it up. And no yelling. God, that was such a fucked thing to have to repeat to herself, right?! But she did, resolved to try something new. Who knew if it would actually happen, though.

as usual, only if you want and have time <3