Little Goat Mountain Still a soldier

Fennec's pelt rippled with discomfort as he offered to bring her a number of things. I don't have a den either. And I don't need your charity. Her tone had a razor's edge to it. It was likely that he simply meant to be nice, but all Fennec heard was accommodation for perceived weakness.

I can help to take some back. Unless you'd rather call someone more suited. He didn't deserve to be treated this caustically. Ever since she'd arrived, it seemed no one was interested in any of the skills she had to offer. The moment with the cougar had been a breaking point on top of a number of other shattered elements. She didn't have much of anything left.