Swiftcurrent Creek Insidious disaster

I love playing Fox's self-serving side. :P

It was a good thing for Haunter (or perhaps an unfair advantage) that Fox was incredibly self-serving. Haunter was hers by all accounts (or so she believed), and she would not kill him, for then he would belong to nobody at all... not even her. He had come back. Broken, yes, but he had come back. That could not be for nothing, and she was convincing herself of this more and more with each passing moment. Fox would cling to him selfishly for as long as she could, and she would curse the sky if it ever took him away from her again.

“No, one-ear,” she replied. Knowing now that his head was what caused him pain, she lapped at it more fervently. "You came back for me," she wanted to say, but the fear that he would deny it kept the words locked within her throat. “Come, we will make you well again. Let me wash away the pain.” He was simply tired, that was all. Perhaps the heat had gotten to him in a bad way, and he needed the rush of the water to cool his mind. Gently, she ushered the one-eared beast, her nose pushing him gently at his side to move him forward.