Redsand Canyon Wheat like waves.

It was her mother, of course.

Fennec arrived with barely enough time to process before someone (the healer, she assumed) was giving orders. Fennec's ears went flat and she dropped what she'd brought, the items asked for already grasped in her jaws. She'd brought everything she had thought they'd need from her garden.

Here. Fennec could smell the blood, but she didn't move close enough to assess. Aquene's immediate demeanor, and the close proximity of the other two, had her backing off and leaving space instead. She would just be in the way.

Resentment mingled with her fear, but she stayed tensely where she was. She couldn't bring herself to leave either.

skippable for the rest of this!