Firefly Glen You belong somewhere you can feel free

Fennec wasn't aware that there was more behind Bronco's admission than just needing to talk, or that there'd been anything behind the touch.  But she could hear the upset and the quiet dejection, and this was unfamiliar territory for her in a friend.  Usually with Fig she handled it by yelling at him, or inciting him into something to get his mind off of it.  Usually the route depended on how much the dejection involved Fig's stupid habit of blaming himself for shit that wasn't his fault.

You aren't a monster, she said, but with the blunt words she stepped around and sat down, leaning into his side.  She wasn't about to let him just dismiss himself that easily, and this was a way more comfortable way for her to share another wolf's space.  She couldn't do it with Towhee when they spoke, but she did like to take advantage of it when she could.  That and... she wasn't too stupid to tell when a friend might need a hug.

You're big enough for it, maybe, but you are way too warm.  She shoved her face into his side, smiling a little impishly.  So here's a deal.  You stay here for maybe 5 minutes, and I'll only take half your firstborn's soul.  Okay?  Fennec hadn't even begun to sort out how she felt, not with things moving so quickly.  And not when she felt like there was this imperceptible chasm between herself and wolves like him... wolves like Penn, and Fig, and anyone else who could just go where they wanted.  But she did know that this felt really nice right now, and she was going to haggle him into letting her enjoy it a little longer if she could.