Redsand Canyon Waiting for a sign

She hadn't wanted to believe, deep down, that it had been as easy to walk away as it had seemed. She had fueled her anger, the drive to try and hate him as much as she could, on thinking he didn't care. But all the while, there was that slight hope that maybe he was as affected as she was. His howl had all but confirmed for her this wasn't true, because there was no way, in any universe, she'd be able to call to him like that.

She couldn't do this again. All she had wanted was for him to see her. She had to remember that even that had been asking too much.

Fennec tried to summon some of that anger now, but like usual these days, all she felt was nothing. After the crying her energy was gone, replaced with resolve that was tinged with despair. She'd avoided him, tried her best to never have to hear his voice again, knowing that this moment was coming. After all that had happened, and the way he'd left things, there was nothing else for her to do.

Then go home. I won't answer again. She managed to get the call out, but only barely. It was sharp and, as she finished, her tone cracked. She felt something crumple in her, as if echoing it, and she shoved her forehead into the ground between her paws.

It was done. If she could take it back, she would, but that's why she needed it in the first place. It was just too bad that knowing that really didn't help.