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Fox grinned at Peregrine's relayed words. If she had a shadow of a doubt that Njal had not delivered the message, that was whisked away by the tone that he took when talking of the plateau's leader. It was just the kind of the Perry would say, and Fox was not surprised at all. And when Njal relayed Perry's harsh opinion of her, she could not help but agree with him just a smidge. “Yeah, well, I never said I’d be the greatest,” she replied, though she did not expect a reaction from the northerner. Fox was young, inexperienced, and hot-headed. Not exactly a prime trio of traits for a leader, but she thought she was handling things alright. Nobody had booted her from the throne, so she must have been doing something right.

Her relationship with Peregrine was a strange one. They were hardly friends, although she couldn't quite call him an enemy, either. "Frenemy" was probably the best term to describe how she felt about him. Her brow moved with interest as she learned that Perry's wife had popped out four little ones, and the sensation of jealousy washed over her. It was so frustrating not being able to be "grown up" this year. She lacked the ability to bear children, but she was hoping Njal and Tuwawi would do well with their brood. “I suppose I should have warned you that he’s a bit of a brash one,” she remarked, though Njal had handled the situation well enough. “Speaking of little ones, have you and Tuwawi…?” she trailed off, wondering if they had done the dirty yet.