Blacktail Deer Plateau How different!

"Jesus fuck," Fox gaped. She had been expecting something along the lines of Rina deciding she didn't fit in at the creek. Or perhaps she had just gotten bored of it. Or maybe some handsome young fella had whisked her away. But to hear that Rina had been kidnapped, for all intents and purposes, was more than jarring to the young leader. "Were they Tortuga wolves?" she asked, her expression suddenly changing to a stern, if not slightly worried, look.

The Tortuga wolves had kidnapped Bones, and Fox wondered if they had come back for another captive to add to their lot. Those slimy bastards were good for nothing. Except for Cutthroat, who had served the creek well. And while Fox had never been certain of his loyalty, she did not think he would have done such a thing. Perhaps she had been wrong.

Fox didn't put two-and-two together, of course. There were plenty of reasons the story of the Tortuga wolves didn't make sense, but she was a wolf to speak and act on her first instinct more often than not.