Blacktail Deer Plateau Jaguar

Wednesdays are always so long. D:

Having spent some time with Lasher, Fox still could not determine whether or not she would pursue anything with him. If she did, it would surely change the dynamic between herself and Peregrine, although she was not sure if it would be for the better or worse. Peregrine seemed completely sold on the idea of entertaining two loves, and although Fox did not feel particularly jealous of Lasher (how could she? he was a boy!), she had a hard time believing that neither Lasher nor Perry would be jealous of one another. Maybe she was completely wrong, and the two wouldn't care at all. It was still too soon to determine, and that was assuming she did pursue Lasher.

Slowly but surely, Fox had begun the process of meeting her fellow pack-mates. The pups she saw often when they mingled around the rendezvous site, though she did not sit around having long conversations with them. There were others she saw in passing, too. Blue Willow, Rina, Finn, and so on. Those were the ones with names that she knew, anyway. Today, she had set out to socialize with the strangers she now lived with, but gave pause when she came across Peregrine's scent. It was hard—no, impossible—for her to ignore it, and Fox grinned as she began to track him down.

Now that she was establishing herself here, she felt more at ease. “If it isn’t the Big Bad Wolf out looking for a meal,” she teased, bumping her shoulder against his own. Even though the wound on her back was still a bit of a mess, her improved mood seemed to make it heal quicker.