Otatso Wetlands Redeye Rumble

Haunter did not seem to like her answer, but Fox wasn't going to complain about it too much. When he flopped onto his side, the yearling nosed his hip briefly, careful to avoid his paws that were attempting to bat her away. The young girl allowed her own body to crash onto the ground, though she was careful not to aggravate her still-healing gashes. Scooting herself over so her back was pressed into his, a content sigh washed over her.

No matter what Haunter said, she had a feeling he would come around eventually. And even if he really never was nice to her, at least he could give her strong children. Fox was under the impression that there was no such thing as "perfection." As long as Haunter stuck around and provided, that was all she would really need.