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I'm entertaining myself by putting toys on my dog's head and sending photos to my sister. This is what living by myself does to me. :P

Fox returned each of his gazes with one of her own. Peregrine was, in every sense of the word, a fine specimen. Considering the fiery yearling had been given ample males to choose from back at the creek, she thought she had chosen well. Granted, she hadn't really had much of a choice in the end, because she couldn't exactly dip into the creek's territory without getting ambushed (or so she thought) if she had wanted to snatch up one of the eligible bachelors there. Even if Peregrine had been a part of the creek when she had ruled there, he would have been at the top of her shortlist.

“Nope,” she replied, “It would just be weird. Have you ever eaten a peregrine? Has Osprey eaten an osprey? Has Hawkeye—” Fox stopped abruptly, remembering Perry's relation to the woman whom Fox had pissed off. That, in turn, had led to a rather nasty encounter with Blue Willow. “Eh, I’ll leave that one alone.” Fox had only heard the negative aspects of their relationship, and she didn't wish to delve any deeper than that... at least not now.

A rustling to their left gave Fox a good enough reason to shush him (whether or not he was saying anything), and her eyes widened as she looked for whatever had made the noise.