Sun Mote Copse it's the wind blowing free; it's the end of a slope

Fennec struggled with decisions as well.

Her heart lay in four places, each one different and each one with reasons she could be happily settled there. But none of these places actually promised happiness, and more and more she was finding actual contentment was something she didn’t know how to feel. Something was always wrong. No place was ever just enough.

Fennec came as quickly as she could when Killdeer called, though, and ran to embrace him despite muddy paws. She hadn’t even stopped to clean them since finally deciding to break ground near her den site. A few plants; nothing permanent yet.

Killer! Is everything okay? She asked, checking him over subtly as she listened. He seemed healthy, strong, and relatively happy. But the visit was unexpected, and she wondered if it was more than just a check in.