Swiftcurrent Creek midnight sun

Fox smiled pleasantly, glad to hear that her pack sister was doing well. The new life would do the creek well, too. Fox hoped it would bring them together, these new lives. She was constantly searching for ways to make the pack feel like home to those who lived here. She may have been strict at times, but she felt she had put far too much investment into the creek not to be strict on those who lived here. Which brought her thoughts naturally to Ferdie and Jace. She had been near the Sunspire not days prior, and she had not been oblivious to their thick scents there.

“Then surely you have noticed where the outcasts have gone,” she grimaced, her eyes flashing to the mountain that loomed too close by. “Why would they choose a place so close? Are they really that foolish?” Perhaps they were. She could see no other reason why they would choose to settle so close to the pack that had cast them aside after their violent display. “You know we cannot just sit by and let them settle there. I had hoped they would move on peacefully, but it seems they plan to do no such thing.”

Over the past few months, Fox had learned a thing or two about leadership. One was to consult more often. “What do we do?” she asked, looking to Njal for advice. He was older, he had a family to protect, and surely he had some idea of what to do. Despite what so many others thought, she did not wish to off Ferdie and Jace. It would do her no good, and she really had no reason to unless they continued to crowd their space.