Emberwood let's talk about myths baby.

It absolutely landed him a dramatic groan, Fennec's effective (maybe ruder?) equivalent of an eye roll. That's so boooring. Fine, once again, it's up to me to make sure you aren't getting lazy. Fennec smirked and prodded at him with a paw, knowing full well there were a lot of ways her brother could be described, but 'lazy' would never be one of them.

Teaching and hunting and fighting was all well and good, but it was hard to find something that would be common between them. She had an idea of what she wanted the ranks of the Emberwood to look like, but like the packs she and Bronco had grown up in, it defined things along roles. I could make you my personal escort, but people might get the wrong idea. She snickered. What do you like better? Hunting, or fighting? She had a guess, but she wanted to hear it from him first.