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Fox's whole life up until this lull had been such a whirlwind of events, it was easy to forget that it didn't have to be that way. Boringly linear wasn't the worst thing in the world. Far from it, in fact. Peace was something she had grown accustomed to, at least in some small way. She did want to know the members of their pack, though, especially with the second set of children in the (hopefully near) future. Fox felt she should personally vet them. Or, at the very least, one of the two parents should. Having a bunch of near-strangers amongst them wouldn't work.

When Peregrine suggested that they "shake things up," she tilted her head at him. "How so?" she asked, genuinely curious. If she'd been a little bit brighter, she might have guessed that he was hinting that they heat things up with some friction. Alas, Fox was the dullest crayon in the box.