Swiftcurrent Creek dogs howling at the moon

Razo seemed to always have some kind of offhand comment lined up, which Fox actually quite liked. While she wasn't so good with words, she was decidedly feisty. He seemed to have that same trait, and for that, she allowed him more of her attention. The next months would be a game of choosing for her, and she was quick to rank those who were potentials. Their ranks would ebb and flow, she was sure, but those who proved themselves would be placed higher in her mind than those who did not. And the "proving" was not based on any one thing. Or anything at all, really. Fox sought somebody who could bring her strong children, but companionship would be nice, too. For a little while there, she had thought Haunter might be her chosen, but his departure proved her wrong.

She observed him as he drew closer, acknowledging Razo with a nod of her head, and pricking her ears forward when he began to speak. “Don’t you worry,” she replied, “There are plenty chasing this pretty red tail.” Fox doubted she would have to wait long for somebody else to show up and try and impress her with something or another. After a pause, she spoke again. “How has the creek treated you and your... companion?” Fox still wasn't quite sure what to make of the white-furred girl who had come along with Razo.