Northstar Vale I can shoot a shotgun, I can catch a fish

Fennec listened with interest to the vague story, about to interject when he moved on to the second portion of the news. The response died on her tongue, and any desire she had to share her own issues withered immediately. They weren’t really anything compared to this.

Shit, dad. She hadn’t known her younger sister at all but she could easily imagine what they were going through. Her brother too. That was likely why Killer was there so much; she couldn’t be upset at him for not telling her though. She doubted she’d have wanted to hear it.

She’d need to check in on him then.

Mom’s probably a mess, then. I’m glad Killer’s been here, but I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Otherwise she would have come sooner.