Blacktail Deer Plateau in the shape of a heart

Without really meaning to, Fox had picked up on Blue Willow's scent. Before long, she was just a few yards away from the decidedly depressed looking Alpha. Fox paused, wondering if it was a good idea to approach. She let out a sigh, wondering what she would have done if something like that had happened to Peregrine. Something like that had happened to Haunter, and it had changed her life drastically. Granted, there were other factors, but Fox figured her life would have changed anyway. Haunter's... state of mind, even before he had passed on, was anything but stable. Fox wasn't sure she would have let him back into the creek if he had been like Atticus, though. What good was dead weight that needed to be fed? Needed to be watered? Did Atticus even get up to pee, or did he just piss and shit himself all day? Fox didn't want to know.

Eventually, the young leader called out. “You want… company?” she asked. Fox knew that she wasn't the best company to be had, especially when it came to Blue Willow, but they were pack-mates, fellow leaders, and Fox knew it was the right thing to ask. The yearling took a hesitant step forward.