Blacktail Deer Plateau clothes from the dryer

I'm going to go ahead and fade this since it's 10+ posts and getting a bit outdated. Thanks for the thread!

Perhaps she was young, but Fox certainly didn't feel young. She had been a leader twice now, in two different packs, and she would soon have children to care for. Bones had been young, Perry's children were young. Fox was... well, not young, in comparison to them. But she could understand why Dante might call her that. She wondered how old he was, but didn't bother to ask.

Fox rolled to her feet at the mention of Peregrine's name. “It’s worth something,” she chirped back at him. And she meant it. The more wolves of the plateau that accepted her, the less likely they were to run into problems. “I think I’m going to go figure out where he is.” And although she didn't specify, she assumed that Dante would understand that "he" meant "Peregrine." With a bounce in her step and eyes wide with delight, she trotted off to find her lover.