Swiftcurrent Creek yeah he's still coming, just a little bit late

Fox did not have an ounce of spirituality in her at all, so when Jinx explained that she had found Aethon "in a dream," the girl had to use whatever willpower she had to keep her face straight (which she managed to do quite well). That kind of thing was just ridiculous to the tiny yearling. It was like saying there were unicorns hanging around... you just had to go to the right spot to find them. Although there were an abundance of bear-worshipping wolves in the creek, Fox had somehow failed to pick up on it. If anything, the girl just thought there were a bunch of weirdos hanging out here. Nobody had taken the time to explain to her what principles this pack had been founded upon.

The way that Jinx said "murdered," made the fireball quirk a brow. Fox wondered if Jinx somehow thought this was amusing. Not that Fox had any opinion one way or another. Death was just another part of life that everybody had to encounter at some point in their lives. Just because Aethon had experienced it earlier did not mean he was special (at least to Fox). “Life’s weird, yo,” she replied once Jinx had finished explaining that bit of backstory.

Looking upward to the sky, Fox deemed it time to finally allow herself to get some rest. “I should get going,” she said, “Can’t have me wandering around all delirious.” Using her nose to bump Jinx's shoulder in a friendly goodbye, Fox turned and headed toward her den, eager to fall into a deep slumber.