Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

He should have known better than to treat Fennec like an untouchable ornament, frail and breakable- but he knew just how savage his mother could be, and he hated to think that she'd flipped on Fennec the same way she'd flipped out on him. It had had a profound effect on him, and to this day he still lived with a certain amount of dread that some day, his mother might not release him from her grip if she ever decided to force him into a spar again. 

Fennec, however, seemed to manage better. And he was surprised to see how resilient she was- and how she seemed to have grown stronger from the fight, which made him feel ashamed of himself. He wilted visibly, the anger seeping from him as his muscles relaxed and his tail dropped to hang, lightly tucked, between his hind ankles. He didn't like seeing Fennec get defensive- especially when he knew he was the one who'd done it to her. He frowned to the point where he pouted softly, and he dropped his gaze. 

"I'm sorry." He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. She hadn't wounded him- but his memory had opened up a gash that had never really healed. He was quiet for a moment, and he exhaled softly. "She...She did that to me once. And it....Yeah." He murmured, turning his face away. Was he really so much more sensitive than Fennec was? He'd pissed himself when his mother had held him down for long enough, cutting off his air until the sky turned black, and he was horribly ashamed of it. The worst fact was that he'd given up on the fight long before that had happened. "Fucked me up a bit." He concluded dejectedly.