Blackfoot Forest the yowling won't cease

As much as she was curious about the stories of others, Fox rarely revealed her own. She preferred to keep her past in the past, where it belonged. Being only a year old, there were rarely questions about where she had come from or where she was going. Then again, the "going" part seemed to be pretty clear at this point. Now that she was at the helm of the creek, there was no reason for her to diverge from this path. Achieving such status at such a young age was almost a waste, considering she barely had to work for it. Not that she was complaining, of course.

“And how long might that be?” she asked, curious as to why he had chosen those particular words. Fox was not opposed to those who wished to only stay with the creek for a time, but it would be nice to have a heads up if they were planning on doing so. It would be much better if they let her know, rather than simply disappear one day. That was abandonment, and not something the fireball would take kindly to. An amiable leaving was an entirely different matter.