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Fox grinned when he nipped at her cheek, and rolled her eyes when he mentioned the mudbath. “Wouldn’t matter even if I’d done it,” she replied, “Damn near everybody in the whole pack’s got ‘em now. I daresay we’ll have to wait until winter and freeze the buggers dead.” As if to prove her point, Fox abruptly fell onto her bottom and began scratching at her shoulder. She wondered how and when exactly she had contracted them. Or if she had even been the first victim. Maybe she could blame it on Bazi. That would make life easier.

Getting back to their primary directive, she switched the subject. “What did you have in mind for eats?” she asked. Had he been tracking something out here? Was he just hankering for a certain kind of meat? Lasher meat? Whatever the case was, Fox was happy to help. She wanted to prove her place here, even to Peregrine. It was important that he know that she could be useful... if she wanted to. Granted, her skills lay more in the way of fighting and recalling her own stories, but she wasn't exactly a piss-poor hunter.