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"Ah, the kids!" Fox beamed. It wasn't a surprise to her that they'd managed to meet up with Njal. They were tricksy beasts, and they were getting old enough to escape unnoticed from their parents on occasion. Fox didn't worry, even though she probably should have. All three were training to be wardens and/or warriors. Not only that, but Fox hoped she had instilled in them a sense of wariness around wolves they did not know. She had a good feeling all three were at least somewhat intelligent. Or strong/fast enough to get out of trouble when they needed to.

When he queried apprehensively about Finley, Fox chuckled openly. "She’s been known to provoke them. Now that she’s about three steps away from popping out some babies, though, I guess she probably wouldn’t do that kind of thing." Having kids had tamed Fox in a big way. Granted, a lot of her spitfire personality remained, but she no longer sought out trouble with as much gusto as she once had. She had a family—children—to think of.