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

“Everything’s perfect,” she said in a tone that told him everything was far from perfect. Before Caracal could react beyond a parting of his lips, she told him to let her disappear. “Don’t tell anyone I was here.”

If he hadn’t just been by both Mereo and Sapphique, he would’ve worried that something had happened to Killdeer or another of the Redhawks. But they were all fine as of the other day, so… what’d happened to Fennec? Where was Bronco? He was afraid to ask.

Sucking his lower lip into his mouth and releasing it again, Caracal replied, Okay. But he fidgeted. He had so many questions. He was concerned about her. And what about her son? When she said “disappear,” did that mean no one would ever see her again?

He didn’t realize he was doing it but he reached toward her, only to curl his paw into a fist and drew it back again. Caracal didn’t know what to do or say in this blindsiding situation, so he would default to respect Fennec’s wishes, he supposed.

But not without one last, Is there anything—anything else I can do to help?