Redsand Canyon perseco

Seven months old. Fennec listened carefully as he told his story and what he said was illuminating. The life he painted was as different from hers as it possibly could be, and it confirmed that he truly did only ever know war. What mother would give up her sons to battle before they were even weaned? Did she fight for him?

Fennec kept her expression as it was, though the story riled her. It made her think of Fig, and how she’d felt anytime they were separated. Even when she’d gotten lost she’d never had reason to think no one wanted her or was looking for her. She knew Towhee would tear down a mountain, if she could, to protect any of them. And Phox would die before sending them away.

Seven months is too young. she finally said, not sure she should say what she thought of his parents. If they were dead then that was a line she probably shouldn’t cross. How did you even know the home you were fighting for, if you never got to be there? Or were they fighting for strangers?

Mereo made more sense now. His family had been soldiers and he’d never had his own purpose. Her other question could have been rhetorical but this one wasn’t. Are you still here for them? Did he report back? Or was he left to his own devices now, and did he simply not know another way to live?