Redsand Canyon I can hook a trailer on a two-inch hitch

I was gonna catch up but at this point I’m just gonna write whatever actually just comes

It would have been funny, how quickly this marriage turned from being so different to exactly the same, if Fennec had anything left in her to feel it. Some part of her wondered if she should fight to change it, to grab some semblance of the happiness she thought she might find with him. Most of her knew that forcing it would only make it worse.

He was already leaving. The distance between them got wider, the longer they let it ride, and he was gone more frequently. Every time the paranoid, broken part of her wondered if this would be the one where he wouldn’t come back.

To think - they’d spoken of children. He’d been planning a trip for the two of them. And now?

She stalked the borders of the canyon, her senses sharp despite the distinct lack of fire in her chest. The rage that had carried her through last time had died when her hopes had, and despite the optimism she’d almost had, she’d never quite let them fully return.

One thing to be thankful for.