Bramblepoint your lips move, but i can't hear what you say

Fennec had taken to the forest more and more recently.  Her badger friend trailed behind her, as it had ever since she started experimenting to find out what it liked to eat.  So far frogs, small birds, and bugs were a yes, which was fortunate since Fennec couldn't regularly manage much more than that.  She was still workshopping names, but her father's arrival with it had reminded her of her words with Sialuk.  The conversation seemed so long ago now, and so... unimportant?  But with everything going on, maybe it was more reason to just... dive in full-bore on this witch thing.  Besides, if she slept during the day, it would curl up beside her, and slowly she was shifting her schedule to be more and more nocturnal just to have that comforting (small) presence at her back.

Today she had staked out a place she thought might work for her second garden, the secret one.  She'd taken the plants from near her den and carried them with in the fox fur, carefully groomed after it's ordeal in the collapse and only slightly worse for the wear.  The only problem she needed to solve was how to keep curious wolves out of the place; she wanted to keep her stocks together, and to experiment, but she didn't want to risk any siblings or packmates getting nosy and killing themselves on her stores.  

Fennec stood for a minute in front of the patch of ground, her head cocked sideways as she listened around while she thought.  Thorns?  She only had a moment to consider it, though, before she heard someone passing through nearby.  Her friend was burrowed and asleep near a tree behind her... this was a wolf.  Hello?  She asked, hoping they'd pause.  If they didn't, that meant they might be less than friendly, and Fennec silently prepped for either outcome by trying to judge exactly how far away they were.

WC: 321