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Robin let out a snort of laughter when Fox tried to come up with what came before 'baby' to call her. It was hard to think of Fox as an adult, if only because the only real time Robin had known Fox she had been a baby. It was obvious that her sister was an adult, very successful and had a mate and, Robin assumed, plans for a family. So far, Fox was doing much better than Robin was. A fetus, perhaps? Robin offered her fire kissed sister teasingly. After a few moments, Robin settled against her haunches, curving her tail against her front paws as she settled into a position more comfortable than standing around as if she were going to leave at any second. She was glad that Fox had summoned her and wanted to speak with her. Especially considering they had not gotten much of a chance to do so before. The question that came from Fox's lips was not unexpected and though it made her a little sad, Robin understood that it was warranted. If the tables were reversed she would have inquired the same thing. I hope to, yes, Robin told her quietly, truthfully. She had wandered for so long that she wasn't sure how one went about planting roots. She desired family, and roots but she had been wild for so long that she wasn't sure she knew how to tame herself down.