Blacktail Deer Plateau turning the world back on itself

It went against everything in her that was wild and wolf, but Fox began to follow him wearily. It was one thing to go trundling into somebody's packlands with the intention of getting yourself roughed up, but another one entirely to be invited in. Fox wasn't even sure she would have done the same for Perry, and the thought made the taste of bile rise in her throat. How could she be so careless? So undeniably heartless?

When he spoke of his leg, she glanced at it. If he hadn't said anything, she probably would not have noticed it at all, so wrapped up in her own head. She lumbered along behind him, head hanging low as they reached the plateau's edge. When he asked if she wanted a healer, Fox shook her head. She had never believed in them, and she wasn't about to start now. Just because she had been through a lot of shit the past few days did not mean she wasn't still as stubborn as a rock.

“It just needs cleaning,” she replied. “Don’t let anybody know that I’m here, Perry. I don’t want them to know.” News traveled fast at the most inopportune times, and Fox did not want her pack to know what she had done. She had abandoned them, for gods' sake.