Swiftcurrent Creek local natives

Bones, in her usual manner, prattled on about the topic on her mind, and Fox listened. It was amusing to think that she and Bones were a mere half a year apart. It was easy to forget that Fox had been her age not too much before she had first happened upon the creek. It seemed Bones was not as set in her ways as Perry had seemed to think in the first place, causing Fox to pause for a moment and contemplate this.

“There will always be reasons to leave Swiftcurrent,” she replied, “but hopefully the reasons to stay will outweigh them.” This was probably about as philosophical as Fox could be without sounding like a complete idiot. “You hardly know your father, correct? Considering I see you within the bounds of the creek so often, you could not have spent much time with him. How can you possibly know what he is like?” Fox could not imagine going to stay with somebody based purely on the fact that they shared some of the same blood.

“You are practically an adult, and he is practically a child. Somehow, I doubt he will give you much parenting. On the other hand, here at the creek, you can always look to Njal, Tuwawi, or even—dare I say—Ferdie for guidance.” Those three were all older, more experienced wolves than even the fresh-faced plateau father. And while Ferdie may have been a bit too soft for Fox, she knew that he cared greatly for the younger wolves of the pack.