Sun Mote Copse I build 'em up too high just to watch them fall down

Fennec lingered at the edge of the garden, but still had not started any work of her own in the place. She knew that she had Meerkat’s blessing but something about it felt wrong. Like this was a place of memorial, holding ghosts of its own, that she’d be changing to suit her own needs. Was a medicinal garden even a real garden? Especially one curated by her? Mercy’s garden now was full of plants that would flower. Most of what she grew would be bare leaves.

She’d find another place. She couldn’t mark a place named after another mother’s child, even with permission. Fennec brushed her muzzle across the plants near her feet, feeling the buds that would soon burst into bloom.

These last few weeks had left her exhausted and unsure how to feel. She missed Penn. She missed, and worried still about, Killdeer. It was hard to believe, still… but there was still no grief. Only numb detachment.

If no one mourned her when she was finally gone, she’d probably deserve it.

Fennec let out a breath, trying to release her own tension, then turned and began to head back to the place she’d claimed and (usually) slept. It was a little close to the main den to create a garden there, but she could start one a distance away, towards the border… where the pups wouldn’t find it until they were old enough to know better. She wouldn’t grow poisons in Meerkat’s home, but even herbs could make a wolf sick if they ate too much.