Bramblepoint It comes in waves, the letting go

Fennec didn't respond to his words. She had no comparison for hunting, but she still disagreed. Hunting had two outcomes - success and failure. Too many things in her life seemed to have highs and lows of both, and right now, her failures were piled high. She didn't feel like arguing.

And she especially didn't want to know what a bride price was. Even the mention to marriage sent a shot of bitterness through her. The price is regret. That's all you'll get.

Sure. Maybe, was all she responded with. Then, with a lazy flick of her tail, she departed back towards the canyon with the last of her garden in tow.