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"Hey, buddy," Fox cooed softly to Gannet. He was looking rather somber, though Fox could hardly blame him. Her own heart was wrought with worry that something had happened to Peter, and she had a good feeling that the other three kids had picked up on it. Then again, she was at a loss for words on how to make any of the other three boys feel better about things when she couldn't even bring herself to do it. Until somebody came back with news, she was going to be a nervous wreck.

Finley glided (or waddled, if Fox was being honest) over to her, and Fox shot her an anxious glance. Her bestie was about to pop, and it was difficult to imagine how they were going to feed even more mouths when the current ones were barely able to get enough food. Fox also had an inkling that Finley's pregnancy wasn't going to be a great one simply because of the lack of food while the children were growing. Would they even make it out alive? A harsh thought, but one that had passed her mind on more than one occasion.

"Hey Fin," she replied, booping her snoot against the Blackthorn's shoulder.