Alpine Lake Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?

This time when Fennec left the territory, she didn't ask anyone to come with.  Her frustration had grown and she wasn't sure quite what to do with it... it didn't really belong with the picturesque view of her mom and dad and new siblings.  She could have spilled her guts to Bronco or Fig, but neither of them even liked Penn. Only she liked Penn.

Why the fuck did she always have to be the one to ask?  Why didn't anyone ever bother to ask her if she wanted to go with when they left?  Was she really that big of an inconvenience?

She a little felt like crying and a lot felt like chewing a certain someone's smug (she imagined) face off.  So she settled for the middle ground... sitting dismally next to a familiar lake and stewing.  Maybe she'd get lucky and a coyote would try to eat her again.  Then she could take this out on something.

Cool.  Maybe she was an idiot for being friends with an asshole in the first place.  As a self proclaimed asshole herself, she should probably know better.  Well, problem solved.  He could find another friend elsewhere, because she wouldn't bother him with it any more.  She felt her cheeks grow hot with the thought, but as much as it made her eyes prick with tears, it felt right.  She was tired of always asking, so until someone felt like maybe she was worth the time of day to invite along, she'd hold the title of best friend open.

She deserved better, she knew it.