Dawnlark Plains your pages are full, your age is a lie

Soon, Dawn and Loir were able to get the fox away from the borders, and once Dawn signaled Loir, the grey-and-black wolf followed her back to the borders. Here and there, she would check back behind her to make sure the fox wasn't following them. If it was, then maybe it would have to die. Loir didn't want a sick, possibly rabid fox tailing her.

Loir wondered if the fox was following them, but she didn't want to look back.