Blacktail Deer Plateau the emerald necklace

Despite Lasher's long-winded reply, Fox found that he chose his words carefully and with delicacy. She had grown to dislike hearing others speak, but with Lasher (and Perry) it was different. Perhaps she just disliked hearing others speak that she did not know well. She grinned at his response, pleased with his compliments and accepting them without question. A reigned-in smile appeared on her lips as she was showered in Lasher's sweet words, and her skin was heated beneath red fur.

Fox nodded her head when he offered to take her toward the brook. She followed him without a word, trusting that he would take her where he said he was going to. The yearling had no reason to distrust him, so she put her destination in his hands paws.