Redsand Canyon temptatio

Oh.

Fennec was quiet for a moment. This was one of those conversations. She used to suck at these - probably still did - but there were a few directions she could take. She wasn't going to bluntly tell him he'd done a shit job so far. He'd been fine doing what he'd set out to do... and that was the entire issue, maybe.

It was what he'd set out to do that was incomplete. She and Bronco had never gotten Arcana off the ground but every step of the way, they'd known they were building a home. The territory they'd chosen, the packmates they'd recruited, all of it had been meant to last.

It isn't all that different. You can call yourself whatever you want. Titles clearly meant a lot to him, but Fennec couldn't see them the same way. Not when they could be interpreted a thousand different ways and meant nothing as soon as you left your borders.

Maybe she could start with something clearer.

What would home look like to you? Forget Mereo, or anything that's here now. If you could go anywhere, and do anything, and didn't owe anyone a thing. What would that be? He had to have an answer. Everyone did.