Moonspear that’s just who i am this week.

shameless - it was this or the fig one and the fig one makes no sense (but I STILL WANT IT)

Fennec had ignored her family’s calls when Caracal came to visit and if asked, she’d easily blame it on an adjustment period and move on. The truth was, she was isolating, and being around no one was easier right now.

Unfortunately her method was “learning the mountain” and it was hard to avoid someone who seemed dead set on doing the exact same thing. Gee, thanks for that, Penn. Still - she could have avoided him. She heard him from a ways away.

She was by the creek when he came upon her, taking a break from having walked one of the other paths that led to it. Everything here took her ages still, since it was a mountain and all (every step a potential death trap?) but as long as she wasn’t stupid the place wasn’t all that dangerous. The wolves who lived here had clearly picked the most habitable spot on the slope.

Hey. She didn’t bother getting up, but she did turn her head to somewhat face him. She meant to follow it up with something, but nothing came. Well, shit. It wasn’t usually a thing she had to worry about, knowing what to say, but none of the things actually on her mind were ways to start a conversation. Yeah, weird, okay? But she didn’t really want to kick this off jumping down his throat about shit.

She wanted company. She just didn’t really know how to do company anymore. Or friendship. Or… fuck. Any of it.