Redsand Canyon Bane

He followed silently, which was nice, since Fennec sure as hell wasn’t in the mood for small talk. He got into her space, however, which was less nice.

She growled a warning, low in her throat, and shifted away. She didn’t need his help and she sure as fuck didn’t need his support.

I know where I’m going. There was a warning note in the crack of her tone. She didn’t care how “nice” he seemed or how interested. Fennec had been left in charge and that meant she held one thing to her advantage - she called the shots and could segment out whatever distance she needed. There were maybe five wolves she wanted anywhere near that close to her right now… and only one of them was here.