Moonspear Come back my love

Fox's (admittedly little) patience was running thin, and she couldn't understand what was going on with FitzDutiful. The other wolf ignored her question and continued to coddle Fitz instead of getting him to realize where he was. Fox glared at him, but her attention returned to her old friend when he spoke of Raissa again. She certainly wouldn't find refuge in Redhawk Caldera. Fox had no tolerance for wolves who abandoned their young. At least she and Fitz had that in common.

Quite frankly, Fox was fed up with the whole situation. Mainly because she didn't understand it, and she gave Fitz an apologetic glance. "Hey man," she said, tilting her head to one side, "I'll keep an eye out for her. And beat the ever-loving shit out of her if I find her." It was the most she could do. "Looks like Kero"—seriously, what kind of a name was that?—"can provide more of that emotional support." Because Fox certainly didn't excel in that. Not wanting to hold up their bro time any longer, the Redhawk wolf turned back toward home.

Exit Fox. :)