Redhawk Caldera slow like molasses in january

Nonsense!

She did not hear him, though if she had, she would have refused to believe anything that he said. How could he do anything without a nose? It was the primary sensor for a wolf, and a wolf born without one would have met an early death. Now, Fox need only wait for Peregrine to be in the path of a bear without realizing it, to trespass in somebody else's territory. Without a nose, he was next to useless in the world of the wolf. His words would have fallen on deaf ears, so perhaps it was better that Fox was out cold when he spoke.

Eventually, she roused, though it was not until after he was done yammering on. Slowly, she blinked, trying to recall what had happened, where she was, why Peregrine was clutching her tightly. It came back like a bucket of ice water across her face, and she squirmed out of his grip. In the past, when she'd had a delimma, she'd gone to Peregrine. Now, she had no one. Well, that wasn't entirely true. There was one wolf she could consult.

"I need time. I'll be back." Fox planted a kiss atop Peregrine's head, shook her coat, and headed north west. She left no room for him to protest, for him to stop her. If he attempted it, she would fight him.