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Fox nodded, assuring Siv Savoy that her choice was a fine one. Considering how drab and depressing Fox's time at Swiftcurrent Creek had been, she was glad that this group of wolves was so upbeat and happy-go-lucky. Except for Peregrine, who had his moments, but she wouldn't get into that just now. For the most part, even he was a pretty optimistic guy, and nothing could keep him down for too terribly long. Fox had to admit that she'd been in a funk pretty much non-stop when she was the leader of the creek. There were sweeter, softer moments that she still reminisced about occasionally, but they were few and far between.

“You think?” Fox asked, when Siv mentioned they could have some kind of activity with the first snow. “If you’re trying to become a certified caretaker, I suggest you let me know what your plans are,” Fox said, a goofy grin pulling her lips back. Hell, if Siv planned something out right now, Fox could tell Peregrine about it, and Siv might need only to continue the trend to earn the title in whatever official manner wolves handed those things out. (Seriously, do they have little plaques on their dens with all their certifications? I think that would be awesome and hilarious.)