Witch's Marsh My mirror says I could use a break

Of course he was. She had had no way of actually knowing that the way she'd sold it, with practically zero information, would work. But she knew it was a pitch that would have appealed to her and that was all she needed. Luckily he was of a like mind.

Perfect. Her smile grew, satisfied that she'd gotten another joiner for their ranks. Secretly, in her head, she was counting a bit of a competition with Bronco for who could gather more. So far she'd gotten... well, him and technically Fig. She was still a little behind but determined to catch up.

Fennec Redhawk. She had considered silently accepting Bronco's offer.... but it felt wrong for some reason. Despite everything, something about their mateship still didn't feel real, and until she had sorted that, she knew she couldn't.

If you don't have anywhere else to be, I can show you how to get there. Bonus points if you help me carry some of this. She indicated the pile she'd begin collecting before running into him, guesturing in its vague direction. If he took up the offer, she'd pick up whatever was left and lead him towards the Emberwood to meet with the rest of the pack.