Sun Mote Copse I usually break the things that I love

Fennec heeded the warning and ducked inside, immediately feeling like an intruder the moment she did. It had been a long time since she’d stayed in a proper den and her sister’s setup was so domestic. Her younger woman was expecting children and here she was, effectively a grown spinster, moving in. She’d find a spot of her own in the next day or two.

For now she found a spot along the side, opposite theirs and out of the way. The space felt spacious, but Fennec couldn’t shake the unease. Who’s to say Njord would be as welcoming?

Thanks. She repeated, this time a tad quieter. So far none of this had felt the way she’d expected, and for not the first time, she wondered if leaving Penn behind had been a massive mistake. If it was, it was one she’d have to live with for now.