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Kaihra. Fox stowed it away for future use, but she knew names were slippery in her mind. They tended to disappear when she needed them most unless they were used often. Perhaps if Kaihra stuck around, her name would be used often by the young leader. Fox was forgetful, and it was one of her many downfalls. Nobody could dispute the fact that the yearling was full of ambition, but that did not mean she lacked faults. She was not afraid of her faults, nor did she always acknowledge them. They simply were.

“He did not lie,” replied Fox. Two could play at the "make statements that are actually questions" game, and Fox was a rather good opponent. But this was not the time, nor the place for such things. These new comrades needed to be reassured of their new leader, and Fox folded her legs so that she now sat. “My former Beta and I fought for the crown, and she won it. I told her she could take the whole thing.” The yearling did not tell lies, just as her mate did not, but she was also not in the business of telling whole truths. Fox still thought of Bazi from time to time, although the thoughts were soured with the white girl's inability to see that things weren't always as simple as they seemed.