Swiftcurrent Creek Olive Leaves

#200 for you, dear!

Fox did not intend to make war. At least not on a pack-level. Had she still been a subordinate, she would have been causing quite a ruckus everywhere she went. Alas, she was a leader now, often bound by the confines of her home. She was not complaining, of course. It was just a much different way of life than what she was used to.

While the vale female did not seem particularly pleased with her answer, Fox was certain that she would not attempt to make any more peace treaties (or whatever it was she was trying to do). The flower was left on the ground; the weasel was taken; Fox was left to her own devices. Letting out a huff, the yearling turned her back to the vale and headed to the inner depths of Swiftcurrent's claim.