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Fox sat quietly at the rendezvous site, hoping that her search party was hard at work finding the missing pup. In the meantime, she kept a close eye on @Ferret, @Whip, and @Gannet. All three were looking underweight, and she knew that she was, too. In fact, just about everybody was looking underweight. That's what a famine was all about, wasn't it. Not only had it taken away her bulk, but it had also taken the vision in her right eye. It no longer hurt, but it sure as hell wasn't pretty. She could see light and dark, and occasionally she could make out a rough figure, but for the most part, her right eye was useless.

She sighed, taking her eyes off the three pups for a moment in hopes that she might see somebody coming back with information. Sitting here was like torture, and she feared for the worst. It was a gut feeling, and probably totally bogus, but she couldn't help herself. It was a tough world out there, and she knew Peter wouldn't survive long on his own. Poor kid was only a few months old, and he was already malnourished.