Blacktail Deer Plateau in the shape of a heart

Fox shrugged off the apology. “It’s not like it came out of nowhere,” she replied. “I was pretty surprised when Peregrine offered me what he did… I was ready to blaze my own path elsewhere. Or get myself killed.” Fox hadn't gotten her way; not really. A place at the leadership table was a compromise when he had been unwilling to move his family elsewhere. His reasoning still didn't make perfect sense to her, but Fox was, if anything, adaptable.

“You and Atticus… you guys were a thing?” she asked. Perhaps they had been a "thing" like she and Haunter had been. In the midst of a courtship that had lasted too long and ended miserably. Fox blinked the thought away, not wishing to see his corpse in her mind's eye.