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It felt like it had been ages since Fox had actually spoken with Finley. To be fair, though, Fox had avoided most of the pack. She couldn't even come up with a solid reason why, except maybe her kids leaving... but that didn't even feel like a "real" excuse. Maybe she didn't need an excuse. She was the goddamn alpha was she not? If folks didn't like it, they could take their business elsewhere. And really, hadn't some of them done so already? Raven had gone, along with a few others who had passed through without Fox even getting to know them.

She sighed, lugging herself on in no particular direction. Maybe a new set of kids would give her purpose again.

Finley's scent popped into her nose just then, and Fox alerted to it with forward-pointing ears and a slightly more energized gait. Grey eyes scanned her surroundings until they locked onto that familiar figure. Feeling somewhat devious, Fox made a wide circle around the Blackthorn queen (hah!) and began to walk parallel, yet several feet away from, Finley. She would continue on like this for as long as it took Finley to realize that she was being followed.