Otatso Wetlands Redeye Rumble

Haunter did not seem to be enjoying the spring weather nearly as much as she was, but perhaps he just didn't want to show it. That wouldn't be very manly of him to do such a thing. At his suggestion, Fox gave him an incredulous expression followed by a burst of laughter. When she collected herself, all she could do was shake her head. “What? Are we playing house now?” she asked. True, Haunter was now coming home to her den each evening, and she did feel kinship toward him, but Fox was not a romantic. She was not even sure she believed in love. Camaraderie, yes. But all that other stuff was far too mushy for her.

Next year, when her body was flush with hormones, she knew that Haunter would be at the top of her list. Provided he was still around, of course. Fox thought he would make a fine match with her own smaller form, and her pups would be strong if they had him as their other half. It was a logical decision (or so she told herself). She did not reveal her plans for him, and she was not sure how he would react when she finally did. Then again, perhaps some other hunk would come along and steal her away. One year was an awfully long time, and plenty of things could change between now and then. Fox was not going to promise herself to Haunter only to have her hopes and dreams washed away when he decided to leave.