Redsand Canyon But we ain't seen nothing yet

He wanted a curse. Fennec's pride in that came with a double edge, because it was another reminder of how much she'd enjoyed Killdeer at this age. He was too old to be interested in her curses now, and she doubted she'd ever have the chance to raise another like him. She'd have loved a daughter, someday.

She buried that thought with everything else, another thing she could leave to fester. We could. She replied, as if considering it. The last wolf that I cursed ended up dead. Is that something you'd want? Curses can be really nasty things, if they want to be. She'd figured out a while back that if her curses were real, she didn't have the power to choose the outcome. All she could do was wish the bad.

Recent events had tempted her to lay a number of them, but she couldn't. She wouldn't let them give her any more regrets.

Fennec could guess his answer, but was intrigued. What if he said yes? That would be fascinating, and there was no way she'd rat him out to their mom. Would she have risked killing Fig when they were growing up? Maybe, before she'd learned that death was kind of a final thing.