Blackfoot Forest toil and trouble

Fox watched with skepticism as a flurry of foxes skittered this way and that, but it was clear that the old blind one had some leverage on the rest. She ordered this and that, and while they did not exactly heed her requests, they were clearly attentive to her. A smaller, younger fox beckoned Fox forward, and the yearling did as she was told, although she could not really explain why. But the old lady had said something else before this... something about a disappointment.

“Who’s ‘that boy’?” she asked, interested to hear more information. Her brow furrowed as she tried to think of who the boy could be that the old woman spoke of. Perhaps it was Haunter, but Fox already expected him to disappoint her, so that was not exactly news. Njal had already done so, along with Ferdie. Perhaps the only 'boy' who had not done so was Jace, but Fox still did not feel like she knew much about him, anyway, so she did not have much in the way of expectations. And without expectations, there could be no disappointment.