Twisted Slough There’s nothing left for you to wish on

Fennec didn't notice her younger brother behind her, but she did pause as she tried to consider where she might go next. Fig would definitely come looking for her, so she needed to get as far as she could before that happened. She would hit the coast and then... she wasn't sure. She could go north and she'd run into packs. Or she could go south and just vanish entirely. She had no idea what lay in that direction.

So let's find out. If there was nothing, her prospects weren't great. She'd never been all that great at hunting on her own but at least, on the shore, there were things she could scavenge or dig up. She missed her crows but she hadn't seen them in months. They were probably still back in the Bramblepoint.

It should have been a harder choice, but something about staying here felt wrong. The entire place was poisoned and she just needed some air, for a while. She couldn't breathe here.