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It seemed that although Njal and Sveinn were from the same area, they still had their differences. Fox couldn't tell an apple from an orange most days, so it was no wonder that she had not caught on to that fact right away. When the northerner asked about her wounds, she eyeballed them for a split second. “Wound-like,” she replied. Although the cuts were deep and ragged, Fox was not worried about them. Perhaps she should have been, but she thought if she could just rest and eat, she would heal up in no time. That may have been foolish of her, but it was just the way she was.

“Some cougar came watlzing into our territory. I wasn’t going to have any of that, so I made an example outta him.” Granted, Fox had gotten her ass kicked in the process, but she was sure that no other wild cat would dare cross into their territory now. Unless, of course, she had somehow pissed off a whole clan of them and they were all going to come running in at once. Fox was short-sighted and reactive, which was one of her most prominent downfalls. She failed to mention that the whole pack had helped her in killing the beast, but figured that if Sveinn wanted to believe that she had single-handedly taken down the beast, she was perfectly fine with that.