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He’ll be fine. Fennec stated, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. She could tell that her sister was worried, with good reason perhaps, but Fennec remembered what it was like to be coddled. She might have enjoyed some aspects, but others had left her sour. Just include him when you do things. Don’t assume he can’t or won’t want to. Hunting has been a major point of contention for her as well, growing up. Her dad hadn’t wanted to see her hurt, but she would have liked the chance to try. Instead she’d snuck out and sought her own experiences, arguably a more dangerous way.

Hunting isn’t the only option anyway. There’s other things to eat, and if he listens for the birds, they can guide him to something. It wasn’t the most reliable method, but along with bargaining her fortune telling, this was how she’d survived her brief period alone in the canyon.

It isn’t impossible though. It’s hard. But if we can hear prey, we can follow it. She added. It was honestly hard to recall what it had been like, to see the things around her. But she knew it had to be easier; she rarely allowed herself to run fully unless she was extremely familiar with an area. This could make the chase difficult when trying to pursue.