Swiftcurrent Creek Olive Leaves

As paranoid and suspicious as ever, Fox was still willing to listen. She cared not for the wolves of the vale, and as long as they did not interfere with her business, she really did not care what they did with their time. Why they kept appearing on her borders with peaceful intentions, Fox did not know. She was aware that Jinx and Haunter had raided the vale's land weeks earlier, though Fox had not wished to be any part of it. It was a terribly stupid move, especially for Jinx, who had been ripe with child at the time. If Fox had known that her Beta blamed her for the death of her children, the yearling would have laughed in her face. It was Jinx who had put herself at the claws of the cougar. The creek had plenty of able-bodied wolves who hadn't been pregnant to fend off such a threat.

Fox did not step toward the weasel, choosing to remain where she had stopped in the first place. Knowing that the other female could likely not see a nod, Fox spoke a single phrase to encourage the girl. “Go on.” The yearling was still on edge, and she did not see why such diplomatic trips were necessary. If the vale simply left them alone, the creek would not interfere. At least not on a whole-pack basis. What the individual members did was up to them, as Fox was not one to police them all day.