Blacktail Deer Plateau I'd Rather Not

Fox idly wondered what kind of "frustrations" he spoke of, but she did not pry further. She knew that if she had been on his end of the conversation, the last thing she would have wanted was to have a near stranger ask about the specifics of her relationship with Peregrine. Or worse: Haunter. He felt like a slowly fading memory, and on some level, Fox was okay with that. Theirs had been an unconventional courtship, but she had liked it all the same. She wished, even now, that he could have one day stood beside her in the creek, but Fox was well-aware that it could only ever be a dream.

“Too old?” she asked, “How old are you, exactly?” Lecter had been old. Fox had thought nothing of it when he had taken Jinx as his own, simply because at a certain point, age wasn't a factor. Kisu may have been older than many of the wolves here, but she thought him to be in his prime years.