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How I imagined Fox's reaction to itty bitty fox baby:

Fox broke her gaze with the thing when she sensed Peregrine was near. For a second, she worried that he might scarf it down right in front of her. Now that would have been traumatizing. When he relented, she breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced back at the mewling kit with a stupid grin. Fox had never been the maternal sort, and yet... she felt more parental now than she ever had. Peregrine's gesture had not gone unnoticed either, and she was glad that he understood (even if he followed it up with teasing). "Love" was not a word currently in Fox's vocabulary, but somehow it was planting roots in her brain... whether she liked it or not.

She moved away from the kit and followed Perry, happy to be the object of his affection. Maybe some ladies would have been shocked to hear him say "our babies," but it was one of the prime reasons Fox had been seeking a mate in the first place. She wanted to have an heir, a successor, a child of her own. The yearling had never been close with Tuwawi's children, and she had always been mildly jealous of them in the first place.

“All twelve of them!” she chirped with a devilish grin.