Wapun Meadow Safety in an Open Mind

Gah, I love these two!

Tuwawi explained why they may wish to pick off some of the weaker or less-attended fawns, and Fox had no reason to protest. She had merely been going off what she remembered from her younger days... which, admittedly, weren't that long ago. Being only a yearling, Fox still had plenty to learn. Some days she awoke and wondered if she had dreamt up her whole ascension into leadership. That was not the case, however, and she was reminded by the way Tuwawi regarded her in that moment that she really was leading them. It still felt odd at times, but with Jinx now her second-in-command, Fox felt more at ease. With her and the rest of the older crew there to advise her when she needed it, the fireball thought things would work themselves out.

Fox's ears flicked toward Tuwawi when a hunt was mentioned, and the Alpha nodded in agreement. “It would be good for her,” she agreed, “though I’m not sure how many of ours will be able-bodied enough to hunt so soon.” Fox was a perfect example of this, as she'd been tending to her own wounds every since the cat fight. But hunting was not what Fox had originally approached Tuwawi for, and this seemed like the most natural break in the conversation, so the girl took advantage and swung the pendulum another way.

“Njal told me that he wished for children this year...” Fox said, gauging Tuwa's reaction. “Do you share his wish?” The fireball suspected that his injuries would likely get in the way of such... business, but Fox was still curious. The creek could certainly support a litter this year, and since Fox was not capable of such things, she figured it might help lift spirits.

Of course, this did not compare at all to Jinx's situation, for that had been far different. It had been an illegitimate litter, conceived before Jinx had even become a part of the creek. Fox had never intended to allow that litter to survive, and a part of her was relieved that she had not had to carry out the task herself.