Firefly Glen They say I'm the worst

The first while in an unfamiliar place was always an incredibly taxing time for Fennec.  There was no way in hell she'd ever admit it, but mapping a place out and not knowing where the pitfalls (maybe literal) lay meant she had to go slowly wherever she went.  It also meant she had to be overly attentive, something that grated easily on her nerves.  It wasn't all that much fun to keep your senses on 110% for hours on end.

She wasn't about to just sit around and do nothing, though, and she wasn't about to ask Bronco to hold her hand through it.  Asking Meerkat would have been easier, but she knew this was practice in testing just how resilient she could be in new places.  Every time it would hopefully get easier.  It already was compared to before she'd traveled with Penn, even though she'd had him to walk her through it.

Today she had taken her fancy new pouch with her as she went.  She had chosen to make her "spot" very near the stream for the sound of the water, and had already started carving out a shallow den.  It wasn't the best, but it was hard for her to judge the stability by feel alone, so she was taking it extremely slow.  All she needed was some space to start a store for whatever she might find.  

Now she was picking her way slowly along the path of the stream, pausing every now and then to sniff at a patch of undergrowth.  Her pouch had a few clippings in it already, and she already was finding it super fucking handy to not have to take multiple trips.  This thing was genius, how the hell did a wolf like Bronco come up with it?  Smirking to herself at the silent dig, but also silently appreciative, she started biting at the mint stems she'd smelled and paused for.