Redhawk Caldera Circus minimus.

Fennec wondered, with a prickle, if it would bother Bronco if he found out she'd told the pack. But that didn't matter. Just like she had the right to know, they did too, and keeping it a secret was stupid as fuck. Why not let more know so they could all keep an eye out for each other?

The looking was her job, though. She wasn't letting anyone else in on that.

It was validating to hear her agree and even more to hear her acknowledge that all of this was a lot. She felt a little nuts, letting this get her so fucking twisted up, but she couldn't help it.

Maybe. It sounded a little hollow when she said it, and lacked any real conviction or hope. But she wanted to believe it. Right now it felt like the gap was just... too big to bridge. She didn't know how to even start, which was kind of the whole problem. Bronco had always been the more emotionally savvy of them, and now that it felt like he was shutting her out of some part of what was going on, she had no clue how to proceed. Anything she did, she'd likely go in with all the finesse of a wrecking ball.

She didn't really know what else to add, and let the silence stretch heavily around them.