Blacktail Deer Plateau up in arms

Fox narrowed her eyes at him, ready to chase him out and be done with him after his remark about sour grapes. However, he opened his mouth to speak again, and his words were less accusatory and more gentle. She wondered what this facade was, and Fox narrowed her eyes accordingly. The newly-named Redleaf-DiSarinno was a suspicious creature, and she did not think that wolves from other packs cared about her in the least. Namely because she didn't care about them. At least not in the sense that she hoped for their well-being on a daily basis.

“Quite well,” she replied, her voice still unsure if he was toying with her. “but I’m sure you could have assumed as much by the way the land smells about you.” Her scent was thick along with Peregrine's to keep intruders away. She wondered if he had been surprised by that information. Fox was not one to wait around for things to go her way. She was quick to make them happen, even if there were costs involved.