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Since moving from the den, Fennec had taken to giving the place a pretty wide berth. She'd promised space and she would deliver on it, and it was pretty easy to avoid running into Bronco. All she had to do was spend most of her time on the fringes of the territory... and that was nothing really new.

Between patrols, her gardens in the Bramblepoint, and random day trips, she kept herself busy. But every day she at least checked in with Killdeer, both to see if he wanted to come along and just to make sure everything was alright. So far he seemed none the wiser... which of course was going to lead to this inevitable (and awkward) situation.

Fennec internally braced herself when she heard Killdeer calling for both of them from the direction of the den. Don't. The warning was for a number of things. If she let her fucking mouth run away with her in front of Killdeer, who knew what would happen. Absolutely she'd be the one looking like a complete tool, but also, she just really didn't want him involved in this. At all. Not until they figured their shit out.

She couldn't tell if Bronco was already there, or approaching, when she arrived. So she decided to just ignore it for now. Hey, Kill. What's up? She asked, coming in immediately for a (pretty strong) affectionate nuzzle. He'd likely be used to that by now.