Swiftcurrent Creek bad habits, schmad habits

Last post for me! :)

She pondered his question for a moment, trying to calibrate the words in a way that made sense to her. “No,” she replied after a pause. Love was not something Fox was sure she believed in. Companionship, sure. Love implied romance and some kind of strange, deeper friendship she was not accustomed to. Back home, children were born to keep the pack fresh and show strength. She saw no reason to make things different here. That was just the way of life.

Perhaps it was the same reason she did not understand the bond between Bones and Atticus. The two had not met until Bones was already well on her way to being an adult, so she had no reason to look to Atticus as a father. She had family here that would take care of her. The thought caused Fox to look at Cutthroat for a moment, but she turned her head away and tucked it neatly under her tail. She was done with conversation for the evening, and she closed her eyes to drift into sleep.