Firefly Glen you're burning up my mind

Fennec had a tendency to sleep when she felt like it.  Night and day made very little difference to her outside of temperature, physically speaking, but night was usually quieter.  Usually.  Tonight she was wandering without much purpose other than to simply wander.  For her this was enough of a reason, and just as important as sparring or hunting.

She froze when something started screaming nearby and spooked her.  Were those words?  Fear turned to annoyance as she caught some kind of nonsense behind them.  Who in their right mind screamed like that in the middle of the night?

Fennec might have been smarter reserving the impulse to act on snap judgements until she was a little less green here.  Unfortunately for all of them, she rarely reserved anything.  WHY DON'T YOU FUCK YOURSELF AND SHUT IT?  She hollered back.  There was absolutely zero animosity behind the yell.  Just a gentle, minute touch of pure and utter enjoyment, because it was not often she got to yell fuck yourself and actually make it a damn (awful) joke.

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