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

His shoulders sank a bit when she told him she doubted it. He nodded in acceptance, or was it defeat? Caracal’s ears wilted a little, his gaze tracking down to his own toes, though he perked right back up and stared at Fennec when she said something else.

He felt cold dread threading through his blood at the request. Why couldn’t she do that for herself? Caracal drew in a deep breath, letting it out when his older sister at least indicated that she would return. His inner optimist decided to focus on that bit.

Okay. Okay, I can do that, Caracal said. He loves you too, he added without thinking. But it was just facts. He fidgeted. If you change your mind and need anything, I’m living with a pack at Bimbos Summit, it’s a straight shot south of here. You can always call for me.