Swiftcurrent Creek three days rest

For a moment, Fox wondered if she had been one of the ones that Ferdie considered "distant." It was true that she had been rather wrapped-up in her own affairs since he had arrived, and perhaps she had not been giving the newcomers the attention they deserved. She appreciated his honest feedback, even if she made no move to say so verbally. Instead, she responded with what she hoped was an honest answer. “Swiftcurrent is home to many stoic creatures, yes, but even the most stoic ones have to have fun from time to time.” A glimmering grin accompanied her words, implying that she was just as guilty. While Fox tended to be stilted around her new followers, her closer friends (and oddly enough, strangers) often saw the more fiery side of her.

When he spoke again to ask of her well-being, the yearling paused. “The wounds are healing well. Lecter,” her face squished up at the thought of him, “takes good care of the injured.” Already, Fox was feeling better after visits from Tuwawi, Haunter, and Lecter. She still had plenty of resting to do, but Lecter had only demanded she stay away from patrol for three days. She was not forbidden from short walks to the creek for water or digging up caches for sustenance.