Redsand Canyon And I may have dreamt it

Fennec had always struggled to find a constructive outlet for her anger, but sparring was likely as close as she could get. When Fig had offered it she'd known it wouldn't help but here, at least, it couldn't hurt. And it was a distraction if nothing else. Unfortunately she'd have to be at least somewhat careful until she learned her packmates a bit better - because attempting to beat the shit out of another wolf was probably only going to be acceptable if they went just as hard.

She missed Niamh.

Fennec paced the sparring grounds, waiting. She didn't really need to be bored, even if there was no opponent present. The more time she spent learning the terrain and the specific layout of her surroundings, the less likely she was to trip or allow herself to be pinned against some obstacle.

It might have been easier to find a partner if she stayed in the densities, but so far, she'd chosen to spend most nights camped near the ravine wall. It was how she'd stayed when she'd been here the first time and withdrawing was always easier than trying to make friends. She wasn't ready to lose the solitude yet.