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Fox had not been at the den when Cutthroat arrived, but she wasn't far behind him. In fact, she had been hoping to wring out details of the excursion to The Sunspire from him or somebody else. His was the first fresh scent she had detected, so it was the one she followed. When she arrived, the girl was panting and bright-eyed, eager to hear news of what had happened there and even more eager to know when the fools would abandon their precious mountain. They could not have gathered many in that time, and Fox knew of only one wolf who had abandoned the creek for the two of them.

“Tell me,” she said, panting and completely ignoring the rabbit he had dropped. “What did you and the others learn?” Cutthroat did not appear to be terribly scathed in any way, so it seemed they had avoided a full on physical altercation. Fox could not have done so even if she had tried. It was in her nature to pick fights, which was exactly why she had sent Njal to do the deed. Fox wanted to gather information about them, even if it was only a bit here and there, so she could plan out something far more sinister.