Duck Lake crown of thorns

“Jinx?” a flabbergasted Fox replied. Never in a million years would she expect Jinx to have a little one to look after. Then again, it was not the first thing about the brawny girl to surprise Fox. If anybody was a suitable guardian, it was probably Jinx. Perhaps Lethe, although Fox did not know their alpha well enough to discern that kind of thing about her. Which got Fox wondering if their leader would seek to have children this year. Fox did not mind one way or another, considering she herself was too young to do such a thing.

“Well, Jinx is pretty cool, so you’ve got that going for you.” The yearling wondered if anybody thought her parents had ever been cool. To her, they were pretty lame, but that could be because they were always trying to tame her. Fox needed to be free, and any attempt at removing that resulted in tantrums. “Why did you two move to the creek, anyway?”