Sheepeater Cliff peach & lime daquiri

Fox furrowed her brow. Finn still seemed to think that she was more involved with Lasher than she actually was. “I’m not sleeping with Lasher,” she clarified, in case he hadn't gotten the hint the first time around, “so I doubt he would care. As for Peregrine, I don't know.” And would she tell him, even if she did have that knowledge? He seemed decidedly against his leaders' romantic entanglement. Was it jealousy? Was he sickened by it? Merely curious? Whatever the reason, he clearly had a problem with it, and Fox wasn't about to just "let it go."

“Do you have a problem with the arrangement Peregrine, Lasher, and I have?” she asked bluntly. There had been plenty of time to speak out at the meeting, and nobody had so much as peeped a single word. Instead, they came to her one-by-one or made offhand remarks about her lovelife. The last thing Fox needed was some sort of venom seeping in from the center of the pack.