Swiftcurrent Creek little miss sunshine

When Njal came into view, Fox wondered what he had come here to say. Perhaps he was going to berate her, or maybe he was here to challenge her for the throne. With his mate now here, he would surely want a litter this year. The thought put distaste in her mood, but she reigned it in for now. She was willing to give him a chance to say whatever it was he had approached her with. Although she'd had budding feelings for him in the past, his actions had quashed those in one fell swoop. She thought him foolish now, even if it was only on some small level.

“Good,” she replied, once he had apologized and vowed that he would not act in such a way again. She had made no move to get up from her spot, her belly pressing into the cool ground. “I hope Tuwawi knows I do not dislike her.” How could Fox dislike her on any kind of personal level? She knew nothing about the girl.