Redsand Canyon And I can't help it it's the way I'm wired

Fennec hadn't pegged him for ambitious but that didn't mean she couldn't be wrong. She'd absolutely been there before.

Instead he said something that sounded so much like Bronco it fully threw her for a solid few minutes. It was like being tossed back in time for an instant. The whiplash was visceral, but somehow, it didn't hurt as bad as it might have just a few months ago. She didn't hate all of him.

That's what your dad used to say, she said, smiling despite the complicated emotions that came with the statement. She debated not mentioning it, but then that silence might be catching, and if Killer ever wanted to talk about his dad... she wanted him to know it was okay. She just had no interest in being around him again.

And there's nothing wrong with that. Towhee was always kind of like that too. I was the one getting in trouble for making runs at strangers. Fennec huffed with amusement, but was silently glad her son seemed to take more after Bronco in that aspect. She'd been a little asshole most of her life. Imagine dealing with that as a parent?