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You're right, that is lame as hell.  Fennec replied, but she said it with a smile and leaned in to her mom gratefully.  She wondered quietly if she might be like that someday, boring and willing to settle anywhere.  Probably the latter, but never the former, she surmised.  It wasn't the staying in one place that she minded; it was the fact that every day started to feel like the same old thing.  She could introduce her own chaos to the mix sometimes, but if she didn't have wolves to play off of, there wasn't much she could do.

It was hard to talk to Towhee while sharing warmth, so she stayed where she was for a bit.  At length she'd likely share more of her travels, but dragging a story out of Fenn could take some doing, and of course she'd lie about bits here and there.  Play up her role, shit on Penn.  The usual.

this felt like a good fade!