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“Fox,” she replied. Short, simple, and to the point. It was what worked for the young leader, and she saw no need to change her behavior. With the two new recruits being handled by Jace, who offered to take them to their respective projects, Fox sniffed at the rabbit that had been thrown to her prior. Deeming it fit to consume, she picked it up in her jowls and proceeded to take it back to her den.

Since earning her title (or rather, happening upon it), Fox had been showered with a good number of edible gifts. She had grown quite fond of them, and she'd grown round in the stomach. Once the colder months rolled around, she was sure to shed this weight, but for now she held onto it. A fat wolf was a happy wolf. Fanning her ears backward, Fox listened for any remaining tidbits as she trotted off toward her den, eager to chow down on the gift.