Wheeling Gull Isle The promises were spoiled before they left your lips

Fennec felt a flash of annoyance as he pressed the issue. She’d figured a visit wouldn’t be the only reason but, unreasonably, she was tired already of explaining herself.

I can’t. She replied, tone set. Even if Killer wants to. I can’t live on a prison. I need a place I can come and go from myself. It was selfish, perhaps, but she’d taken enough shit these past few years that maybe she didn’t need to apologize. She’d at least tried to make the canyon work for his sake.

Consider it. Even being here now had her fur prickling, itching to leave. It was knowing she couldn’t that caused it.