Blacktail Deer Plateau Jaguar

Fox grinned widely when he confirmed her suspicions. She was completely unaware of his mental scrambling, though she would have thought it charming. The fireball followed him without hesitation or question, finding that she trusted him more the longer she remained in his presence. She still could not say with certainty that she would stay here, but she was willing to give it a real chance. Fox wanted to throw herself into it and really work for what she had here.

When they emerged into the glade, Fox gasped at it, only to be gently nudged to her back by Peregrine. At his words, she scrunched up her nose. “You really are a romantic, aren’t you?” she said, not expecting an answer. Fox didn't believe in romance. At least not in the traditional sense. She didn't think that love could mend wounds or that it could make relationships that lasted forever. Fox wasn't even sure that love existed, although she had to admit that Perry had some kind of pull on her.

Even so, guilt ate at her. She still thought of Haunter often, and she wished that it were him at her side. It never would be. Had she loved him? No, probably not.