Redhawk Caldera It's not just where you make your bed

Hold on, what.  She found Towhee, at the very least, but... seems like she'd come at either the worst or best possible time imaginable.  At first she was a little worried when her dad didn't seem immensely happy to see her, but then he delivered the news about Niamh and she felt the shock of it still her too.  She'd learned not to expect too much prediction out of her step-mother, but to have her just up and leave?  

Was this about Reyes?  She asked outright, and while she relaxed some at Towhee's embrace, she was still stiff.  She ran away.  Fennec felt a thickness settle in her throat, something like disdain.  She hadn't thought that Niamh could do anything that would make her less cool, but she hadn't counted on that.  Fennec had run away too, but wolves like Towhee and Hydra and Niamh herself had been perfect examples as to why she should try and do less of that.  So she had promised to stay, had held to that promise, and returned to find her very own mentor up and vanished.

Oh, wow.  She was pissed too, actually.  That was a surprise.