Blacktail Deer Plateau bend and break

Fox is going to have like twelve dudes lined up. Also, she can't handle the feels.

Fox had been looking downward and away from Perry when he moved toward her. She stiffened, thinking he might be angry with her for not doing more. However, his actions were anything but angry, and instead offered an emotion she was quite uncertain of. Comfort. Like Peregrine, Fox was quite used to giving and receiving affectionate gestures from all of her pack-mates. But this was Perry. The Alpha who had nearly bitten her throat out for pissing on his borders for fun. They had acknowledged that they would never form alliances, for such things were too easily dissolved.

When the warm and wet tongue touched her cheek, Fox could not deny that she felt an intense flutter of something. Whether it was fear, anger, remorse, or just surprise, she could not ascertain. She was going to have to have some serious processing time before she was able to deal with any of this. Suddenly very overwhelmed and out of place, Fox's ears buzzed even as Perry spoke. She nodded weakly, feeling that her legs would fall out from beneath her if she stood nearby for much longer.

"Yeah. I'm... going to go back," she muttered distantly, then turned toward Swiftcurrent Creek. On the way back, she would attempt to process and sort the various feels she had. There were far too many variables, and she attributed much of her behavior to the loss of Bones. Then again, unlike Perry, she was not exactly being one hundred percent honest with herself.