Redsand Canyon That ole highway holds the key

Speaking her mind wasn’t new to Fennec. Having it hold weight was. She couldn’t see their reactions but Reysons’s sounded tired, Germanicus’ neutral - neither seemed immensely bothered by her stepping up. There were certain things Fennec had already decided to tread lightly on. She wouldn’t command patrols or command messages, nor would she really involve herself in the running of the pack at first. The only place she felt comfortable asserting herself this way was the hierarchy she’d helped him to adjust.

She had the urge to argue with him even now, but bit it back. Neither he nor Reyson had been interested in seeing if he would even be staying before gaining this promotion, something that she read as extremely poor judgement on both of their parts. She would never have accepted this position until she’d known she wasn’t going anywhere.

There’s no rush. But Mereo needs leaders who are going to be here. There’s enough changing, and whoever steps up is going to be someone the pack will trust. If they leave, it only makes things harder for everyone. Including them.

She stated this carefully, with no edge, but it was for both of them. Reyson’s tone didn’t indicate any displeasure at the terms but that didn’t mean he entirely understood - and she wanted him to. Fennec didn’t want to drive him any further towards Epoch, but if he chose to go, then the least she could do is make sure it wasn’t her attitude that sent him there.