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Fennec's response was pretty immediate and more than a little reactionary when Towhee suggested Raven. No. There was no way that would help. Maybe a bit of it was pride, but if it were only that, she'd swallow it.... but the last thing Bronco needed was a strange pack and a new setting. Besides, even if she didn't get to have him here, Killdeer did. And what was best for him was a relationship with his dad, no questions asked.

She didn't trust him to stay in the den at night, but she'd never keep them from seeing each other. There was no chance in hell Bronco would hurt him. Luckily Towhee clarified so she didn't have to explain that it wasn't like that.

He doesn't even trust me. And I don't trust him, not because he'll hurt us, but I'm afraid he'll hurt himself. The other night was awful. She faltered for a moment. It hurt to remember, how he'd reacted, and how she'd had to hold him down to prevent him from bashing his brains against the ground. He won't talk to me, and anytime I try, he goes fucking insane. I can't even touch him without him reacting like I just snapped at his face. He was afraid of her. That's what hurt the most, of all of it.

If he can't trust me, then there's nothing there. I can't fix that. And unless he opened up to her, she couldn't trust him either. So I think, now, it's up to him. That's what she'd decided, both in walking out and after. It felt fucking awful, but it was the only way she could deal with it and keep herself from trying to fix something she'd inevitably fuck up worse.