Redsand Canyon And we might have seen something

Fennec listened to him part and continued wordlessly. As she walked, the familiar sick frustration surged up and turned her mood even darker. She felt more trapped than ever by these ravine walls.

The rank they gave her didn't matter. If she did not feel the work was her way of helping, she would do what she chose anyway. She'd never allowed ranks to hold her back before, and if Germanicus did not see, he wouldn't be the first. She'd forced harder wolves than him to come around.

She would fight. She would continue to gather her supplies, continue to heal, and keep her son and her family safe. For the moment, the perceived wound to a sore spot burned away the apathy she'd been feeling. She needed to hit something.

Fennec changed directions and eventually found her way to the sparring pits, drawn by the sounds of conflict.