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Fox shrugged with a smile. "I don’t know," she replied, "but I won’t hold it against you if it happens that way. " Fox didn't think that her own parents were bitter about her departure. She'd been open with why and when she was leaving, which was more than she could say for a lot of wolves that had come and gone in her own life. "And hey, nobody says you’ve got to leave. Plenty of my siblings stayed with my parents and helped raise the next batches of pups." Although, out of all her current children, Raven seemed the most likely to do that.

"You don’t have to decide right now. You’ve got plenty of growing up to do." Wildfire and her siblings were still a good two months away from being fully independent, even if they looked the part already. Fox tried to recall how old Bones had been when she had come to Swiftcurrent Creek, but she wasn't sure she had ever asked. Bones had just been Bones, mature and independent since the moment she had arrived.