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with recent events.... feels appropriate!

Since her fight with Bronco, Fennec had taken up sleeping in a thicket near the hobbit hole. She couldn't bring herself to invade her mom's den and, to be honest, she kind of needed the open space. And she definitely needed the mental space.

She'd told @Killdeer that the move was because, now that he was growing so much, it was time to leave the den behind. She didn't give the option for argument. There was no way she was letting him stay there, not without her. She didn't think Bronco would hurt him, but after how things had gone, she also didn't think he was entirely in charge of his responses. Killdeer could so easily, and innocently, trigger something and destroy their relationship... just the way Fennec had set fire to her own. She wouldn't let that happen.

She intended to keep her promise, though, no matter how that conversation had ended. Fennec wouldn't try to reach out to him unless he initiated it, but she'd continue to hound the borders and the lands beyond with an almost obsessive fervor. Now, more than ever, she had a fucking bone to pick. Their spine.... with her teeth.

All's clear on the eastern front. Fennec said when she heard voices, immediately recognizing Towhee. She'd probably just interrupted a conversation but she wanted to get ahead of anyone asking her how she was or any other small-talk bullshit she'd have to lie about. She still wasn't sure she was doing the right thing, but every alternative had already been proven to be worse. There was nothing else to do.