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Fox furrowed her brow. No sound. How could he not hear out of that ear? It didn't make much sense, and because Fox had never been a particularly observant wolf, she'd never picked up on the way he held it. She'd just thought he'd been built that way, with one ear a little less lively than the other. "When did the sound stop?" she asked, unaware that he had literally always been that way for as long as he could remember. Suddenly, it struck her that she might be a terrible mother for not catching on sooner, if it had been like this for a long time.

Her mind raced, wondering if there was anything they could do. Being without hearing in one ear wasn't the worst thing that could happen, she thought, casting Perry's sleeping form a glance, but it certainly didn't make Nightjar's life any easier. Maybe he just needed his ear to be cleaned. Fox had dealt with wax buildup in the past, so maybe that was all that needed to happen. For now, she convinced herself it was going to be an easy fix.