Blacktail Deer Plateau wake like pendulum swinging in circles

Fox patrolled. It was one of the things that she kept herself busy with to give Peregrine time to spend with his children (and Lasher). Now that she was slowly settling into pack life, Fox was beginning to think that life here wouldn't be so terrible. Sure, she had fundamental differences with Blue, but she could get past those as long as they... didn't interact? That seemed silly, considering they were both leaders, but it was the way that Fox was planning on dealing with it—at least for a little while. Perhaps once things settled down, they could become friends. More than one of Fox's friendships had started out rough. Peregrine was a prime example, and now they were mates of all things.

The small yearling found herself wandering a little bit away from the pack's boundaries, but she didn't bother to retreat. She was close enough that she could sprint back to the safety of the pack, and she was certain that the other plateau wolves would be able to hear her cry if she needed to call them to assist her. Fox marched forward, and eventually, caught the sight of a stranger. Cautiously, she approached him. Although tense, she was non-aggressive (as was her common practice with strangers). She sized him up as she approached, noting that he was in good shape and did not show any immediate signs of illness. Not often one to speak first, she stood far enough away that she could bolt back to the plateau if needed, but close enough that he would most certainly notice her presence.