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Fox looked at her in confusion, yet Raven wasn't looking at her mother right this moment. Her yellow eyes pinned on the stranger, her ears falling back. Her stance and body language were pure defense, no offense. She licked her lips a little nervously, only glancing at the Alpha female when she quietly reassured the yearling.

"Mom?" she said questioningly, not comprehending the abrupt shift in Fox's demeanor. Her ears splayed, betraying her own confusion, though she would naturally follow the Alpha's cues. "What're you..." she began to ask when it suddenly occurred to her that maybe her mother was actually amenable to the stranger's attention.

She shot him a sort of wild-eyed look, then glanced sharply back to her mother's face. "Are you going to—? Are you sure—?" Raven spluttered, feeling shocked and awkward and a lot of other things all at once as she tried to process the situation. What about dad? her expression said, though she bit her tongue and didn't actually voice that question. Peregrine was dead and gone, after all.