Redhawk Caldera I'll let the waters still

As soon as she swore, the voice that had spoken gained a new face in his mind and his untattered ear pricked up a bit. She continued but he didn't register the words, fixating instead on the image of the face that had come to him. He forgot within moments how he'd been confounded by the misconception that Sugar Glider smelled like Fennec. This wasn't Sugar Glider at all. 

She laughed and he was puzzled. "Fennec," He said. He remembered, in a flash, seeing the cougar slap her aside and he jerked his head to look over his shoulder, as though to seek out where she'd fallen but the sudden movement hurt both his scalp and his left shoulder. He yelped in surprise and slowly turned his head back around, brushing his muzzle across his shoulder with a soft growl as he investigated the cause of his pain. He drew in a couple deep breaths, and then settled his muzzle back down on the ground. He shuffled it side to side across the den floor, as though to clear a space for him to rest his head. He felt certain there had been bobstone rocks there a moment ago; where had they gone?