Blacktail Deer Plateau How different!

Rina. Yes, that was it. The name did shoot of a neuron in Fox's peabrain, and she gave Rina a pleasant smile to indicate that she would remember from now on. “Where did you toddle off to? After Swiftcurrent, I mean?” Fox inquired. Obviously, it wasn't like Fox was about to chastise her for it. There was no need to. In fact, there wasn't much likelihood that she would have chewed her out even if she had come back to Swiftcurrent Creek and Fox had still been leading there. As long as there were able-bodied wolves around, Fox didn't care too much if they left on their own accord.

Fox made no mention of her own journey from there to here. She wasn't in a rush to relive the events of the past couple of weeks, nor did she want to burden Rina with her long-winded story when they had only just had a reunion. Still, Fox was curious to know more about her new (old) pack-mate.