Moonspear daughter knows best

It wouldn't matter how much Elwood, Finley, Wildfire, and the rest of the pack could hunt. A wolf who could not pull his own weight was no wolf. That was no life to be lived. It felt more merciful to put Peregrine out of his misery than to bring him food every day. Fox could scarcely hunt for herself... she had always relied heavily on others to do it for her, but she still had a nose. She could avoid larger predators, track down scavenged meat. Peregrine wouldn't even be able to find stored caches of meat. Not without a nose to guide him.

But even still, Fox could not request that Dhole come back with her. It wasn't fair to do so, and she suddenly found herself second-guessing her trip out here. But what else was she to do? Hand the pack over to Elwood and Finley? They were certainly a more fit couple, but their home was not called Blackthorn Caldera. It was Redhawk Caldera for a reason. It was their home.

After a moment, Fox shook her head with a smile on her face. "I won't pull you from the life you are trying to build here," she assured her lookalike. Still, Fox did not have a solution to this unsolveable problem. Well, she had solutions, but they did not sit well with her. Fox had always imagined aging gracefully with Peregrine right up until their (respective) dying days.

No answers would magically come to her today.