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

Fennec hadn’t really thought about it before; it was just something that happened. I hear them and know about where they are. And I know about how big, since I’ve hunted geese. And eaten them at the very least. That’s really all I need. They weren’t too close, or anything that was going to come after us. So I could ignore them after that.

Skipjack would figure that process out if he needed to. It hadn’t taken her long to establish it, and after the first few attacks she’d gone through she’d been an even faster learner. She did hope he wouldn’t be quite so gung-go to learn from experience. Wraen showing up had probably saved Fennec’s life a couple of times.

Maybe, when he’s a little older, I can take him around some. Otter too, if she wants to come. Fennec smirked, remembering how bent out of shape she used to get about being left behind. Just close by, to learn some of the basics.

She hoped her sister would say yes, though it would be her call ultimately. It would be nice to do something that actually felt useful for them.