Blacktail Deer Plateau common courtesy

Attn: @Peregrine.

Roughly a week and a half had passed since the coyote incident, and Fox did not feel that they were a threat any longer. The corpse of the one who had died in battle had apparently made an impression on the mangy things, leaving the creek without worry that they would be bothered again by the clan. Still, a niggling feeling left Fox itching to visit the plateau and pick on her frenemy, Peregrine. She had no plans to piss on his borders, and had instead plucked a small hare from within the creek's borders and carried it to Perry's land.

Here, a good fifty yards from the stench of her rival's piss, Fox sat and dropped the hare at her feet, awaiting the inevitable border patrol. She grinned idly at the thought of being on the committee again, but her leader duties had made such a thing impossible these days. Perhaps she would have to appoint somebody as her protege.