Otatso Wetlands Redeye Rumble

As he preened her fur, Fox growled lowly. It was not a threatening growl but a happy one. He chided her from being away from the den too soon, but she would have none of it. “Tch. He’s not my boss. I’m his boss,” she retorted, once she had drawn herself away from his towering form. If she wanted to be out here, she would. Not even a goddamn cougar was going to stop her. For a fleeting moment, Fox thought to tell Haunter that she had come out here expecting to find a lack of him, but she decided against it. If it was his will to stay, she would not pester him about it. For once in her life, the fireball did not pick a fight when one would have been easy to instigate.

She also did not voice her joy that he had stayed, fearing that it would jinx the whole thing. Instead, the yearling commented on the weather. “Beautiful spring day, isn’t it?” she asked, eyes searching the sky for any hint of rain or unpleasantry. She could find nothing, and she turned her attention back to Haunter. Her spirits felt lifted, which was a nice change of pace from the melancholy which had plagued the creek ever since Lethe had let herself fall into the creek.