Swiftcurrent Creek dogs howling at the moon

Fox eyed Razo curiously as he spoke, wondering what he meant by "potential." Although she hadn't known it, Fox had been drawn to it as well. It was why her voice had melded with Lethe's and Njal's on the day the creek had been spawned as a new home for her. But it was his second sentiment that made her ears perk up and a grin curl her lips. His "good genes" had not gone unnoticed by the yearling, and she had been keeping a close eye on him for that very reason. She had other options, of course, but she would make no decision until her time was much closer.

“I know the feeling,” she replied, “When spring comes around, I will be choosing a father for my children. Prove yourself worthy of such a task, and you may find your heritage put to good use.” Fox no longer skirted around the issue with him, now that his interest had been made clear. In time, she would make sure that each of the males knew what she wished for, and it would be up to them to win the rights to Swiftcurrent's heirs.