Redhawk Caldera slow like molasses in january

*makes things less easy?!*

How could she possibly bring their children into this world with only one functional parent? Would Peregrine even be alive by the time they were born? It was still two months away... but how long did it take a wolf to starve when they could only scavenge... and not even efficiently? Grey eyes blinked out of focus.

"I'll step down, effective immediately," he said. He said more, but Fox's ears began to ring loudly. She felt both hot and cold all at once, despite the freezing temperatures. This was not how things were supposed to go. Would she find him cold and dead in their den one morning, withered away like Haunter had been? The thought only made her feel more dizzy, and she stumbled awkwardly to one side.

"I can't—" she muttered under her breath, eyelids heavy as they pulled her downward. In an instant, she lost consiousness. Whether it was the pregnancy or Peregrine's sudden realization was undetermined and she crumpled into a heap on the cold winter loam.