Moonspear daughter knows best

"Everything is hopeless; let's just kill the weak!"

Dark thoughts swirled in Fox's mind then, contemplating ways to make Peregrine's demise swift and painless, rather than having it drag on for weeks or months. The thought of that sent her stomach turning, a less than pleasant sensation coupled with the nausea of her pregnancy. Perhaps she could lure a bear toward him, unsuspecting in his sleep. Or maybe she could simply pull him underwater long enough for his lungs to give out. Would that not be a better death than starvation?

Raven's name was the next thing she heard, and Fox's ear twitched. "Raven left us," she stated plainly, as if it were the most casual news in the world. To be fair, Raven had been distant at best since the Junior incident, and it was no real surprise that the aspiring healer had dispersed from her home when she had come of age. Saying that aloud only made it more real, more solid.

Fox was losing the family she had worked so hard for, one-by-one.