Swiftcurrent Creek bad habits, schmad habits

Fox scrutinized him as he spoke, her eyes boring imaginary holes into his skull as he spoke. She was ever-suspicious, but he had shown no signs of abandoning them. Still, there would always be some kind of lurking thoughts about him until Bones herself was able to clear his name. Fox was unsure if that would ever be possible. She did not know if the girl would ever make it back... or even if she would want to. Bones had seemed attached to her blood father in some strange way, so perhaps she felt the same thing toward her mother on some level.

“Hmph,” was her only response to his questions. She wasn't entirely satisfied by his response, if only because she suspected lying, but there was not much else she could do. Aside from ending his life right then and there. “Well, if you continue to stick around and be useful, you may find yourself living quite comfortably in the creek. Although I would like for you to continue to sleep here.” Fox found him, for lack of a better word, attractive. She flashed him a pleased smile.