The Sunspire I got a heart like a truck

A walkway? Fennec wasn't sure what he meant at first, but another stone revealed that the pattern extended in what seemed to be a line. She lifted her head with a bemused expression. Was Germanicus nesting?

She'd never been the type but she recognized it. The memory gained a stronger (and more negative) connotation when she caught the scent of fresh pelts in the vicinity of the den. Well, shit. Her pelt prickled in an unwelcome way but she spoke to cover it.

I'll learn. You've been busy. Fennec let a touch more of a smile cross her expression. You didn't need to do all of this, you know. Had she said the same thing to him at the time? What is it with men and gestures! She didn't care overly much if he wanted strange rocks around, though every change did introduce a slight adjustment period for her. The implication bothered her slightly more, and it's comparison, though even she knew it was unreasonable. The light flicker of panic persisted.