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Fennec had not noticed anything, though she kept this to herself as Njord continued. She wasn’t sure she had any type of insight to give but had shown up anyway, part of her “fuck it, you’re participating” resolve that she was regretting as soon as she’d decided to employ it.

Any of those options seemed equally fine, and his and Meerkat’s stakes here were much deeper than her own. She’d just as soon up and relocate; this place was fine, but it was as fine as many others. Somehow, with so many landmarks named for absent children, she didn’t think that suggestion would go over. This place meant more to them than she understood. She’d only ever loved one home… and it was a home she’d never claimed.

Maybe one day. That was a lie, but she held onto it, just like she had every other time.

It can’t hurt to talk. But I might not be our best foot forward. Fennec replied, her only thoughts that actually mattered here being excusing herself from diplomacy. She could handle a border meeting just fine, but it might be better to show them a stronger first impression. Unless they were superstitious, a blind wolf wouldn’t exactly intimidate easily.

Shit, if they are superstitious? I could have some fun here.. She hadn’t flexed those interests in a while. But she had no way of knowing.