Swiftcurrent Creek three days rest

Ordered by Lecter to rest for three days on top of the week she already had, Fox grew restless. She paced outside of her den, not willing to risk the chance of prolonging the healing process, but also not willing to sit completely still while her body mended itself. The young alpha still walked with a crooked gait to compensate her injured shoulder, but her pace had gone from carefully calculated to slightly out of control. It was a miracle she had not yet worn a trough in front of her den with her tiny red feet.

As she paced, the yearling thought of Jinx. The hallow woman was likely being tended to by Lecter at that moment, and that set Fox's mind at ease. She still worried for the white giant, concerned that there was irreversible damage done to her warrior that would make her less valuable to the pack. The children that she had lost meant nothing to Fox. They would have been destroyed no matter what, and Fox was simply glad that she had not needed to go through the trouble herself. The yearling was completely insensitive to the fact that Jinx was hurting because of this. Fox thought the poor girl suffered only physical pain.

Her mind also drifted to Haunter, the strange creature who made promises he could not keep. Her lips tugged into a slight grin thinking of him, though she quickly reverted to her stoic expression. The one-eared man was more likely to disappear than he was to stick around, and she reminded herself of that. Then there was Sveinn, the chocolate-coated boy who she had guessed was around her own age. He spoke in that same way that Njal did, which caused a different set of stirrings in the yearling's chest. Come next spring, there were going to be some interesting decisions to make.