Bramblepoint And I give up instantly

Fennec come a bit closer, surreptitiously, while she spoke. Not close enough to feel like she was invading her space, but enough to catch a bit of her scent and confirm what she suspected. Not Brecheliant.. But surprisingly familiar anyway.

Sometimes. Not much anymore. But it never hurts to be ready. She didn't comment on the first part, since she hadn't really been asking for permission in the first place. Seemed like a waste despite the nice sentiment. Yet she wondered why she didn't have friends.

I knew Kukutux. She taught me a bit, once. She said that I was cursed. Fennec stopped, expressionless, waiting to see what the other wolf's reaction would be to that. That familiar prick of delight she always felt, trying to leave another wolf off-balance, wasn't lost on her. It had been a while.