Blacktail Deer Plateau rude awakening [m]

Since Ghostface is inactive for the time being, and no longer really in the scene, I'm going to ignore her presence.

"Looking for something to drink?" His voice was a welcome one, and Fox felt a wave of relief flow over her. “I... yes,” she replied, eyes darting to the leg he favored. She couldn't recall why it had been injured or even if he had told her at all. Perry didn't seem the type to go looking for trouble. At least not in the same way that Fox had been doing. When he guided her toward the small stream, she wondered if this was what that Ghostface had been speaking of. Fox had assumed she meant Swiftcurrent Creek.

Bending at the elbow, Fox touched her nose to the water briefly before she began drinking. And drink she did. It was a full two minutes before she'd had her fill. Fox felt like she was just a balloon full of water when she finally stopped lapping up the muddy water, and she settled onto her haunches, looking blankly at the pebbles beneath her feet. Fox wanted to say something to Peregrine. Thank him or ask him for advice... anything, but the words wouldn't come to her, no matter how hard she tried.