Redhawk Caldera slow like molasses in january

His words didn't stir her, though Fox eventually came to and he was there, holding her tightly. He released his grip when she made to stand, watching her with careful eyes. Hopefully she—and the pups growing within her—would be no worse for wear after her fainting spell. At least he had caught her on the way down.

Finally, she said something. "I need time." He nodded mutely. While he wanted to figure this out now, he could respect that she needed a moment (or a few days) to absorb everything. "I'll be back." At this, his eyes furrowed quizzically. Before he could say anything, Fox turned and trotted away.

He wanted to call after her but Peregrine said nothing. The place where she had kissed him tingled. He took this as a sign that she still loved him, at least, and that their future would definitely be different... but that they'd still be together. Peregrine and Fox vs. The Problem. Despite still feeling shattered and hollow and as if he might throw up his very soul at any moment, he thought, We can beat this, and held on tightly to that kiss.