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"Phooey," thought Fox when Peregrine derailed into another conversation entirely. Well, not entirely, but it sure wasn't part of the good stuff. The idea Peregrine proposed made her pause for a moment, and her tail now hung limply between her hocks as she pondered. "Where I was born, no girls were given the family name. They were expected to go out into the world and take on the name of their mate, as I did with you." The Crestwoods were a proud bunch, but they cared only to pass their names on down the male line, and anything else was seen as blasphemy. "Do you not like where you came from?" she wondered aloud.

Truth be told, Fox didn't know much about Peregrine's life before she met him. She vaguely remembered his previous home, something about a nasty, mean brother, and she'd met both Atticus and Osprey. He'd joined the plateau, shacked up with the Alpha (always a good decision, right?), but they'd eventually grown apart. Beyond that, she was pretty clueless.