Redhawk Caldera today's not so bad

Fox knew that her children would come soon. The past few weeks had been incredibly rough on her, compared to her first pregnancy. Instead of carrying herself with ease, she struggled to move beyond the whelping den for more than pissing and fetching water. Much of her time was spent attempting to sleep (and miserably failing). Peregrine was, of course, diligent in his watch over her. He brought her food when she could keep it down, and stocked it away when she couldn't manage to look at it. Fox couldn't imagine that she was pleasant to be around, and yet he stuck to her side without failing.

Whatever wandering thoughts she'd had about other wolves had dissipated as time had gone on, and she had all but forgotten their little spat. In fact, she could not even remember if it had been properly resolved. Nor does Remedy recall whether or not @Peregrine informed Fox of his working nose. Let's pretend he eventually fessed up, and Kat can kick me if I got it wrong.

She lugged herself out of the whelping den, intending to stay out only long enough to lap up a few sips of water, pee, poop, and then go lay down again.