Swiftcurrent Creek Fear knows no bounds...

Glad that Haunter had caught on to her hint that she wished for him to stay, Fox listened as Ferdie talked himself up. From what he said, he was good at everything from identifying skillsets himself (something Fox prided herself in) to hunting, guarding, tactics, and taking care of young ones. It was quite a resume, but they were also just words. And words could be said all day long. Perhaps Fox had simply asked the wrong question to begin with. Instead of asking what he excelled at, she thought it better to ask the opposite.

“And what do you lack?” she asked. Fox was a prideful creature, but even she knew that she had her downfalls. They were few and far between (of course!), but they were there. She could be bested, and the Alpha's ego was always wounded whenever she realized this. Still, she wanted to know what kind of faults he had. What were those skills that he was falling short on? She ignored his question (and apparent flattering in calling her "m'lady"). Fox figured that if he couldn't tell if he was in or out by the time she dismissed him, he probably didn't deserve to be part of the creek anyway.