Witch's Marsh We watched, the stars fell, and oh you know we let them

The reply came and Fennec snorted, but she didn't yell back. She considered it, wondered if there was an insult worth delivering - but then all of the desire to continue withered within her. What was the point?

The shock had distracted her, but now that it was wearing off, the appeal was as well.

Maybe, for a moment, there was also temptation to use this as a weapon, but she dismissed it before it was even fully formed. Bronco wouldn't care; even more importantly, the thought of it made her jaw clench and a tension take her over. There were none she trusted, especially now.

She had slowed when she yelled the first time, but now came to a complete stop. Despite that, his question was met with only silence. She had no idea what she was going to do. Not a single fucking clue.