Moonspear end of days

Well, that wasn't the answer Fox had expected. Or wanted. "The fuck?" Fox sputtered, momentarily relieved of the pain by sheer astonishment. Wildfire hadn't come to tell her she was leaving. Nor had her daughter made it seem like anything was wrong with Moonspear, when she'd been living there. None of it added up, and Fox was now suspicious of this guy. She wasn't entirely sure who he was, what his relation was to Wildfire, or what he would actually end up doing to a wolf who'd just had their eye gouged.

"I'll wait until the storm passes," she huffed begrudgingly. If she wasn't dead yet from her weird eye bug injury, maybe she wouldn't die from it. Even if he'd brought a medic to her, Fox would be wary of accepting treatment from somebody she didn't know damn well. Keeping an eye (OH HO HO) on the stranger, she let her chin settle on her front paws and gazed outside.