Redhawk Caldera a drop filled with memories

Fennec wouldn't have minded the details.  The macab had never bothered her, and what's more, she was unable to imagine visually what was spoken of.  Though the idea of a bear killing someone in front of Meerkat was awful, and tearing her face... it must have been horrendous.  So she didn't press.  She could hear the heartbreak in Meerkat's voice and how hard this whole thing was for her to speak about.

She didn't recognize the name that Meerkat gave for who else was killed, though she had met her.  She'd never gotten the name of the woman who helped her after she'd accidentally poisoned herself.

She leaned over and started to comb her teeth through Meerkat's fur, then clean around her ears a bit.  She didn't really know what to say to make things better, or what she could do, but her initial impulse was to do what she'd do to any wolf who came sick or injured... calm them down.