Firefly Glen Return service requested.

Fennec was exhausted as well by the time they reached the point where Towhee paused. Even following she had to be careful, checking each step before she took it and making sure her balance (and footing) held.

She knew what her mom was getting at instantly, but all she felt was a wave of exhaustion as Towhee proposed yet another strange place. No doubt surrounded by impassible mountains, a new spot to learn, a new cage to hold her and spit her out when it was done.

Fuck that. No.

It was an instant, and visceral reaction that surprised even her in its intensity. She didn’t want it. She didn’t want a mountain, or a fucking lake, or a god damn fucking canyon.

There was exactly one place she wanted. She would never have it.

We should get back, Fennec replied, passing over the prompt entirely. Before it gets to dark. Killer is going to wonder where I’m at. It wasn’t false - but she also suddenly really didn’t want to deal with her mom’s leading questions. This was ground they’d walked before and it never seemed to end anywhere but inevitable disappointment.