Blacktail Deer Plateau in the shape of a heart

Fox took a seat beside Blue Willow when the dark wolf offered it. She wondered if taking things slow really was the "traditional" way of doing things. It seemed Peregrine and Hawkeye had gotten together relatively fast, and Fox's own parents hadn't given it a second thought. They had merely met, decided that they were compatible, and run off together to have children. Making babies was what it was all about back home... but Fox was beginning to wonder if she was the oddball out in that regard. Her time spent at the creek had been scouting out prospects, and while that side of it had been taking time, she had known at once with Haunter. Then again, Fox often made decisions based on instinct rather than logic.

“Did you ever meet his daughter, Bones?” asked Fox. It didn't occur to her that Blue might not even know about his bastard children (or that it might upset her). After meeting the bitch who had whelped Bones and her siblings (were any of them still alive?), Fox couldn't believe that Blue Willow was the woman he had been courting. The yearling had been something of a warden for the young Bones, although she'd always treated her more like an adult and less like a ward. So many had berated Fox for putting Bones and other juveniles in danger, and yet they hardly batted an eye when pups that age were doing something equally dangerous for the pack, such as fending off cougars. Perhaps they just had different views on what counted as an adult.