Blackfeather Woods 'Cause out of sight is out of mind

had a sudden burst of muse AND this song came on... it's beautiful and weirdly perfect

Timeline flexible, I can adjust this however needed!

As @Bronco had said, they stayed long enough to sort a few things out before leaving. To Fennec's silent dismay, @Killdeer chose to follow Caracal, but she wouldn't stop him. Separating was just as hard as she'd known it would be but she'd prepared for it. He would be fine with his uncle and as soon as they found a place, they'd let him know. This whole feeling, though, of having no clue in hell if she was doing the right thing? She wasn't a fan.

And that was two questionable calls she'd made, the second being - she'd asked Bronco if they could keep the new pack a secret. She knew she should have had a talk with @Towhee about it, but she'd chosen to lie instead. At least she'd been honest with Bronco; she didn't want to risk Towhee wanting to sign on and help. She didn't trust that she could convince her mom not to and things were just way, way simpler this way. Easier too.

Funny wording, Fennec thought as her pace slowed considerably. The terrain beneath her paws had shifted from hard packed earth to a softer loam, and she could hear the creak of trees around them. They'd officially passed beyond her radar of "known", a boundary she hasn't crossed in a while (and almost never did alone). If she wasn't careful she'd be tripping and eating shit every other step.

She could hear Bronco nearby and, up until now, had been fairly matched with his pace. As she slowed, she spoke up to hopefully cover for herself a bit. If you could have any one thing in a place, what would it be? She hadn't even tried to face him as she asked it, and her ears were working overtime. But she was interested in the answer too. She wouldn't have a clue what to say if he turned it back on her.

She always forgot how hard this was. She'd known just about every inch of the Caldera - the textures of the terrain, the way it dipped to invite her, and the shifts to forest and softer lakeshore as you crossed the borders. There was an entire map of scents, feels, and physical landmarks that they'd just rendered entirely useless by leaving. She was absolutely enjoying herself! But "exhilarating" and "exhausting" were so often one and the same.

The trees here tasted a little different than the ones she frequented within the bramblepoint. She did feel a small pang of regret as she thought of the gardens that she'd left, the witch's hideaway that would go unused now. The air was slightly heavier here, a slightly wetter scent pervading. She did like the tingle it sent up her spine though, like something was creeping just over her shoulder.