Blacktail Deer Plateau common courtesy

The thought of Perry killing off all the coyotes was laughable, but Fox wasn't about to insult him so close to his own land. If he thought he could do such a thing, she was more than willing to allow him that fantasy. Fox nodded when Perry asked if Bones was unharmed, and quirked a brow when he revealed how he was acquainted with the little rascal. “Ahhhh,” she replied, “I was wondering how you knew her. I remember her saying something about a mother who liked to get knocked up and then abandon her children. Sounds like your brother knows how to pick ‘em.”

Fox was pleased to hear that Bones had chosen to stay at the creek, even though her father lived here. She would have to mention it to the juvenile once she ran into her in private again. Such a thing was not always easy, especially considering all the shit that the creek had been through the past couple of months. Bones could have easily fled, citing the cougar or the recent split as the motivation for her departure.

“I heard you knocked up your lady, too, huh?” she said, wiggling her eyebrows to make her point. “How are the sprogs doing?”