Great Bear Wilderness [m] forty-eight hours feels so much longer

Fox's eyes lit up at Starling's comments on experiments and desires, wondering what—exactly—the girl wanted from her. The implication that there was more to what they had already done was an interesting development in itself. The stranger (could Fox still call her that) also implied that they should have at it again, something the Redhawk was perfectly comfortable with. In fact, that might be the extend of their "relationship," if one could even call it that. Fox had loved but twice, and the first time, she had not even admitted it to herself, let alone the one she loved.

"They do," she agreed. "What are these desires you mentioned?" Fox asked. Perhaps she would not be given an answer, or maybe she would have to work for it… or perhaps she was even supposed to figure it out on her own. If it was the latter, Starling was not going to have much luck. Fox was a simple creature, not meant for guessing games or riddles. There was only one thing Fox really wanted out of this relationship, and she was getting it. She knew, though, that she should probably reciprocate if she expected to continue getting it.