Blackfoot Forest the yowling won't cease

warning: some strong language up in this post.

Briefly, Fox wondered what word he would use to describe them. Maybe something like, "fuckers." She grinned at the thought, though it was not unlike her to have a smirk on her face for most of her waking (and unwaking) hours. To be honest, Fox kind of thought this guy had a stick up his butt, but who was she to judge? Everybody had their bad days... weeks... months... lives. Fox had been going through quite an adjustment period herself, so she was not about to call him out on his pissy attitude. Quite frankly, she did not have the energy to deal with it.

When he asked if he was needed, Fox shrugged. “Not for anything in particular. I just heard you go off all boom-like and thought I’d see who was making all the racket.” Of course, the foxes were making plenty of racket themselves, but his was a different kind of racket. Glancing around, as it to find an answer to her question before she spoke, Fox asked, “What are you doing out here if you don’t like that noise, anyway?” The Alpha found the piercing drone comforting, but she could not imagine that many did. Her tone was not accusatory, simply curious.