Redhawk Caldera The old red hills of home
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It was getting harder and harder for Fennec to live in denial. Which was saying something for a wolf who had previously practically embodied it at times. She didn't know what to do and therefore hadn't spoken a word to anyone about any of it.

She couldn't hide it forever and that terrified her. Fuck, what would mom say? Fig and dad were gone, Penn was nowhere to be found (thank fuck), and Bronco... shit.

Things were good right now. And they definitely wouldn't stay that way once he knew, because this was going to change everything. He'd either think this was her plan all along, trapping him here (hah, as if), freak out and leave her to deal with it (most likely), or freak out and go all responsible on her. Which was also likely, and wasn't something she really wanted to deal with right now. She didn't want any of it... not now.

Fennec lifted her head out of the water with a gasp, then twitched her ears, sending droplets scattering. It was getting hot and she was freaking out enough to feel nauseous, which meant dunking her head in a nice stream on her way home. She'd gone out for air and to 'patrol' but hadn't made much of a round out of it. Instead she'd gotten sidetracked, found lunch, managed about a third of it, and couldn't even drag the other two thirds home because the smell of it abruptly decided to go garbage on her.

And now she wanted.... frog? When was the last time she'd had that?

She slipped quietly back towards the place she and Bronco shared now, hesitating only momentarily to take a breath before automatically navigating the entrance. Weeks of practice meant she'd memorized every inch of this place, even more than the rest of the caldera.

Oh, I see how it is, she said, her ears pricking up when she heard him crunching. I leave and you dig out the food, huh? Good thing I didn't bring anything back. She huffed out a breath, half-laugh, and stepped further in, then paused. Something smelled a little different in here, and it wasn't (entirely) the rabbit.
Fenn is blind, and as she's older, will take all of her character insight from tone.  If you are ever uncomfortable with an assumption she makes, please let me know!
Messages In This Thread
The old red hills of home - by RIP Bronco - May 04, 2021, 03:18 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by Fennec - May 05, 2021, 02:04 AM
RE: The old red hills of home - by RIP Bronco - May 05, 2021, 12:30 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by Fennec - May 07, 2021, 01:57 AM
RE: The old red hills of home - by RIP Bronco - May 10, 2021, 12:38 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by Fennec - May 10, 2021, 07:56 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by RIP Bronco - May 10, 2021, 08:52 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by Fennec - May 10, 2021, 10:38 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by RIP Bronco - May 11, 2021, 12:16 AM
RE: The old red hills of home - by Fennec - May 11, 2021, 01:16 AM
RE: The old red hills of home - by RIP Bronco - May 11, 2021, 01:04 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by Fennec - May 11, 2021, 06:55 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by RIP Bronco - May 11, 2021, 07:42 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by Fennec - May 12, 2021, 12:30 AM
RE: The old red hills of home - by RIP Bronco - May 12, 2021, 01:05 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by Fennec - May 12, 2021, 01:52 PM
RE: The old red hills of home - by RIP Bronco - June 28, 2021, 09:06 PM