Firefly Glen Return service requested.

As soon as Towhee swept up to her, Fennec leaned in to give her a hug. It wasn’t the most enthusiastic motion but it was definitely tight, and she held it for a moment, breathing in her mom’s comforting and familiar scent. It was mingled slightly with Epoch, but it was also definitively her own. Something in her unwound just a fraction.

I’d say the same but whoever makes sayings like that apparently had a thing against blind wolves. I missed you, mom. She said after she’d pulled back a bit. She knew Towhee wouldn’t catch what she said if she was hidden in her fur at the time.

There was news to share, and yet there wasn’t, because what had really changed since she left? Not much. So Fennec fell silent, uncertain of what was worth updating on and hoping Towhee had come with some update in mind. Social call or not.