Redhawk Caldera What if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do?

When Fennec's call came, Bronco had been playing with one of the kids, and had made a total state of his fur in the process. It wasn't entirely necessary that he get his fur all full of mud every time he pretended to be "Broncosaurus" but the kids seemed to like having someone around who regularly encouraged them to get filthy while playing. 

Her voice took him by surprise. He hadn't been expecting her to call on him...But maybe she'd found the feather he'd left at her garden...And maybe she was here to tell him to back the fuck off, and give her her space. He'd earned it. He apologized and excused himself from the game to lope toward the borders. He gave his coat a good shake before he made his way down the slope, but the majority of the dirt had dried to a fairly thorough coat of dust. 

He wondered if she was here for Killdeer; maybe he was being sent away on another mission? He hastened his pace, but couldn't just barrel down the slope the way he used to, not anymore. He was somewhat out of breath when he reached her. 

"Fenn" He puffed. "Sorry, I'm a total mess," He said. He likely smelled very strongly of lake mud. If something was really wrong, he thought she might look more upset...But then again, she was kind of hard to read, even at the best of times. "How are, uh, how's...How's things?" He asked. He didn't want to ask straight up if something was wrong, but at the same time- he wanted to know.