Swiftcurrent Creek you call out

Although Fox always felt small, she felt minuscule in comparison to Haunter right then. While he was not the largest wolf she had ever encountered, he felt like a giant. She was stunned when he turned toward her, their eyes locking for the briefest of moments before she averted her gaze. But it was his words that really shocked her. It seemed completely out of character for him, but she had not known him all that long, so perhaps this was typical Haunter behavior. Deep down, she yearned for his presence, and yet... and yet...

She did not believe him.

How could she? He had made it abundantly clear from the moment he had shown up that he intended to leave once the days grew longer and warmer. Fox did not require him to stay, nor did she expect it of him. No, he was just a passing figure that would leave her when the time was right. “Do not make promises you cannot keep,” she said in a lowered, soft voice. Her tone was somewhere between pained and knowing. Fox allowed herself to enjoy his wolfish embrace for only a few brief seconds before withdrawing from his chest.

Even if he promised only to keep her safe until he left the creek, he was making an unwise choice. It was Fox's prerogative to get herself into trouble, and he would only be setting himself up for failure. The yearling was unwilling to allow herself to grow attached to somebody who would only disappear just when she had found contentment. It was an ounce of prevention she had learned from her brief affection to Njal. While he had not physically disappeared, she still believed he had been taken from her.