Cheyenne Point forge ahead despite everything

outfit: simple dark gray sweats w/ lighter t-shirt

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Waylin still wasn’t quite ready to have this talk in Valencia, so he had planned a simple outing with Dottie in Cheyenne.

The other path would have been through Lauderhill (he avoided it for obvious reasons) and didn’t want to approach her at work. He stretched and let Loki know that this fox was also not at fault for anything, but he didn’t know how much the ocelot believed him.

There still hadn’t been a break yet from Henry, and the anticipation was killing him, but he still wouldn’t reach out and ask about it. He didn’t want to sway the fennec one way or another, not when he had seemed to decide, so until it happened and he was blindsided again, he’d talk to the one other fox that deserved to be in the know.

They all did to their own degree, but Dottie had been on the fence for so long before she joined.

Now? He had to tell her he wasn’t as fit to lead as he initially thought and why the skulk would dissipate. He had burrowed himself extra against Loki before branching off to get some form of confidence boost. If anything shifted, any doubt about pushing through this, he knew he could text the ocelot, and he’d help whisk him away.

Well, Waylin believed he would, or at least try, and that made him smile as he spotted Dottie and waved. He had opted for a park on the outskirts of town just in case.

”Dottie, hey! Thanks for making it.”