Blacktail Deer Plateau ashes call my name

"Fox?" a vaguely familiar voice called out, and it took her a moment to pinpoint the sound. He was on the other side of the river, and she remembered him from Swiftcurrent Creek. Or rather, she remembered his appearance. Fox was never good with names, especially those she had not seen in months. Still, she remembered that he had been kind, not to mention a potential father to her children at the time. Or had he? She remembered, with some difficulty, that she had dismissed him in favor of Haunter.

"You..." she said, still searching for a name, but coming up blank. "There's an easier spot to cross down the way. Meet me there." Without awaiting confirmation that he was following, Fox began trotting toward the narrower part of the river, knowing that it would be simpler to cross there rather than trying to swim the entire width of the river here. It took her all of ten minutes to get there, and when she reached the other side, she took a look around to see if he was nearby.