Flycatcher Downs Though I am old with wandering

Well then. Saena had apparently forgotten her. Fox supposed that was better than the alternative, which would have been a scathing hatred. After all, she was pretty sure Saena believed that Fox herself had murderated Junior. Wait, had she done that? Fox couldn't really remember the details anymore. She certainly hadn't stopped it. Junior was dead for a good reason. At least Saena wasn't that messed up in the head. With a shrug, Fox turned tail and headed back toward where she had left Whip and Gannet.

Fox got about ten strides in before she spotted Whip hiding in the bushes. "God dammit, Whip. Come on. Nothing to see," she scolded, giving him a mean mom stare in the process. The last thing she wanted was for him to get tangled up in some really old drama. Slightly annoyed, she nosed him back toward Gannet. "We're not going near the food. There's another wolf there, and we don't want to pick a fight." That was that.