Moonspear shrimps is bugs

Fennec’s ears twitched at the mention of Rue. She let out a breath, her small smile turning a little rueful itself. She should have known better, but somehow, she’d let herself hope anyway. For how bitter she often appeared, she could be stupid with optimism, and it had just been nice to have somebody relegated to her corner. Even if that someone had promised they couldn’t love her. I should have known when he started off by telling me he couldn’t love me. I figured it couldn’t get more honest than that, but I was wrong. There was miles of difference between not loving her and loving someone completely different. Someone she hadn’t even known existed until the end.

I don’t like being bitter. I know damn well it only ever comes with fear. Just tell me like it is, like you did, and we’ll be fine. Fennec stood, stretching to draw her own thoughts away from the vulnerable thoughts she’d just shared.

For a wolf who presented so many hard edges, she carried a shit ton of fear. And try as she might not to let it take control, sometimes she couldn’t keep it contained. When it lashed out it tended to make those fears a reality, and this thing with Fig felt like no exception.