Moonspear took a walk

"Oh gosh, no," Fox replied. "It didn't take. And thank goodness for that. They wouldn't have had a good chance at life like you and your brother and sister did." Fox had been ever-so-relieved when the signs had not come. It was better this way. In the springtime, her body permitting, she and Peregrine would try again. For now, they needed to focus on getting through the toughest season of them all: winter. This was her third winter that she could recall, and she knew what to expect from it: scarce prey, freezing nights, and short days.

"Just like Dud," Fox noted when Wildfire rattled off her latest accomplishment. Peregrine would be proud, and Fox would most certainly let him know when she returned to Redhawk Caldera. "I'm glad you're fitting in here, even if we miss you back home. I swear I'm not trying to guilt trip you"—okay, maybe a little—"or convince you to come back. It's just not the same without my mini-me around." Nor would it ever be. But Fox knew better than to drag her daughter off when she was doing just fine here. Besides, it wasn't that far away. "You can come visit us, though. Not on the inside, but like this."