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

Timing was a funny thing.  Just as she was sitting here internally writing him off, he was coming to do exactly what she wanted.  She didn't hear him come until he was close, and before she could loose some barbed words his way, he was outright asking his question.  No prelude, nothing.

Even despite her inner thoughts, she was immediately furious.  He'd peaced out for weeks without a word and now he wanted her along?  A thoughtful wolf might have figured he needed time... his parents died.  But Fennec only knew how upset she was that he hadn't said a word to her.  They were supposed to be friends.

Great.  Now you want me to come with?  Get tired of running around alone, so now you have to resort to inviting me?  She asked, ears pinning back as she didn't turn to look at him.  This was exactly what she'd wanted.  Her first time leaving had been terrifying... but every time Figment talked about his time with the Frosthawks.  Every time he or Penn or Bronco talked about their trips out.... they made it sound so easy.  It wasn't that easy.