Redhawk Caldera [m] Clothes off

If Peregrine was a lady, then Fox was a boy, through-and-through. But honestly, that wouldn't have been that surprising. He'd always been more romantic than her, and he definitely had more feels than his red-furred mate. The way Peregrine talked about Pan made her feel a bit sorry for the female-in-male's-skin. It sounded like he had a bit of a mix-up in his head, knew it was wrong, but didn't know how to go about fixing it. It wasn't like Fox was an expert on psychology, so she couldn't really understand how to fix it, either. This was the easiest explanation Fox could come up with. He was just a bit touched in the head. That was it.

"If I ever go off spouting such nonsense, feel free to take the kids away from me," she grinned. Really, what kind of wolf would say they were a fox? Or a any other animal, for that matter? Only the crazy ones, Fox assured herself. She still didn't "get it," and it was unlikely that she ever would. "He's still a dude to me," Fox replied. And that was what they'd laid down as the law a long time ago. "He can't have your children, and that's always been my main concern." Redhawk Caldera could only support so many pups at a given time. "But do you think you might be taking advantage of Pan?" she asked, "It doesn't sound like he's... well, I don't want to say he's crazy, but it might be something like that. Like he's not all there in the head if he thinks he's something he's not. Is it the best thing to go on telling him he's right?" To Fox, the example of claiming to be a fox was right up there with this gender identity confusion.