Redsand Canyon vultus

Fennec returned to the den to the scent of blood.

And for a long moment it stopped her in her tracks, rigid, while her mind spun down a winding trail of distrust and a sudden flash of uncontrollable and panicked anger. Bronco, nearly drowning just as he returned. Bronco, slamming his head to the ground rather than speak to her. Bronco, his muzzle doused in blood before he left her forever.

Time and time again she’d been forced to put medic over her failing marriage and the communication that was needed. It really was no different.

Just leave. The thought was a gut reaction and even she knew that it was ugly. Her throat caught and her jaw tightened, but after another long moment, she forced herself to stiffly enter the space.

There was a lot of blood. She could smell it clearly, and she sought her way to him, but she didn’t speak. There was no way she knew to explain the fury and pain that caught her right now, the overwhelming emotions that made her want to run out on him immediately and never turn back. Silence was the best choice she had.