Sun Mote Copse World war freestyle.

Fennec was in an odd spot when Towhee asked.  On the one hand, she'd really wanted to talk about it, because she needed to.  But on the other, admitting it was a lot.  So, after she was silent a moment, she led with a condition.

Don't tell Fig, okay?  She asked, uncharacteristically hesitant about it for a moment.  When she got into the actual happenings, though, it was almost easier.  Her mom could know this; her brother, not so much.

I felt the earth move and I didn't know what it was, so I ran.  I couldn't tell where it was coming from, but I ended up lost.  I didn't remember where I went.  Usually she did, and now she did even more than ever.  She never wanted to go through that again.  I couldn't catch anything, or find water.  At that, her ears pressed sideways, ashamed.  That was the worst part, the part she didn't want Fig to know about.  To him, she just wanted it known that she'd gone on an adventure, and now was (thankfully) back.  Just like his trips with dad.

I just remember getting really tired, and then I don't.  Not until I woke up and there was another wolf there.  She was looking for someone, so she wouldn't take me home, but then we met Wraen.  Again, thankfully.  

After that she stopped talking, and her ears twisted back around, listening for any sign of a response from Towhee.  She wasn't sure what to expect, but she didn't imagine the story would give much by way of pride.  But that was okay.  She was going to learn, and next time she wouldn't need anyone's help.  If she had to leave again, this time she'd be sure she knew exactly what to do.