Moonspear took a walk

Fox grinned at Wildfire's laugh, pricking her ears forward to listen to a bit more about this... sort-of-boyfriend that her daughter had run off with. Although Fox had actually met Ragnar once upon a time, he'd been known by a different name, and that had been ages and ages ago. Even if he'd been described to her in detail, Fox wouldn't have known that he was the same wolf that Wifi was referring to. As for Thistle, well... who knows if Fox had ever run into her. There were dozens (if not hundreds) of wolves running around these parts at any given time.

"Everybody's getting by just fine," Fox replied, "Life's been quiet, but definitely not bad." It was a nice change from the utter chaos that had enveloped Fox's life for roughly two years straight. Aside from the cold (which hadn't been life-threatening), life had been moving at a slow and steady pace. "I know it won't last forever, though. Never does." At some point, a wrench would be thrown into the system and things would go haywire. It had never gone any other way.