Sun Mote Copse bruises

Who knows. Maybe Weejay was projecting. Maybe, she felt like she was stuck in a rut because her life here was restrictive. Maybe to Eljay, it didn't feel that way -- for all she knew, he seemed perfectly content to be here (Maia aside).

Not to say Weejay was discontent, because in many ways she wasn't. She went to bed every night with a full stomach, uncalloused and untired paws; her head always on soft downy fur, her father always near -- in many ways she was luckier than most.

Still, she could not help but feel Eljay, and by proxy, herself, had shut out the great wide world by never venturing beyond the comfort of their hearth. It wasn't as if she wanted to leave -- no, Weejay loved her family -- but sometimes she wondered if a sunset looked the same on the other side of the world as it did in her comfortable and quiet little home.

A long silence between them. One of many; Weejay had never minded the quiet. It gave her time and space to compose and assemble her thoughts. She liked to believe she got that from her daddy, for he was also prone to lengthy quietude before speaking. "Maybe someday we just take a visit -- see how they're doing. We don't have to leave forever. I don't want to leave forever, either. Fennec will be fine -- I bet everyone would."