Broken Antler Fen She hangs her head and cries on my shirt

"Surprised?" Wraen asked simply, not really wishing to help Bronco along and out of this awkward moment, but then you could not leave a person to scramble around on their own for too long either. They would decide to flee eventually. That she did not want presently as tempting as it sounded. "If I did not know you better, I would guess that you had your eyes set on her and feel bad about it, but then..." she shrugged and sighed. "What do I know, right, Bronco? And why should I care anyway..." Wraen looked at him, then past, when a sudden movement had caught her attention. But it was just a small heap of snow that had lost its balance and fell from tree branches. 

"Did you fix things with Fennec?" she asked next, just to keep the conversation from dying completely and him leaving none the wiser than he had arrived. She was not going to let him slip through her fingers this time. One way or the other they would face that ugly beast that had come between us and get past it. Now she knew that simply forgetting and moving on was not going to happen.