Redhawk Caldera All my friends are heathens, take it slow

Fox was weary. She hadn't really taken the time she'd needed to process Peter's death, and it was beginning to show. She lagged about at times, wondering what she could have done better. Her heart sank whenever she found herself counting the boys playing nearby. Three, no longer four. She hadn't even been able to bring herself to visit the newest batch of Finley's children, her mind immediately turning to thoughts of one of them being lost, too.

Weary or not, she answered Peregrine's call with as much energy as she could muster, surprised to find an unfamiliar pup standing near Ferret and Gannet. "Who's this?" she asked, casting Peregrine a quizzical look, rather unsure how to process this... development.