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Fox gave a childish, “Hee hee!” at Robin's reply. Maybe she wasn't as grown up as her sister made her out to be. Instead of sitting down like a proper lady (like Robin was so wonderfully doing), Fox plopped on her butt and began grooming her inner thigh without a single hint of shame. When her sister replied that she hoped to stay, Fox continued for a moment, getting out a particularly difficult clump of mud from her back knee. Then, she looked to her sister and gave her a genuine smile.

“Good,” she replied, “That means you can help me take care of the runts. When I have them, of course.” By gods, Fox would have them one way or another. If Peregrine turned out to be infertile (something she highly doubted could happen between his last litter and this upcoming one), Fox would toss him aside and take somebody else for the job. “You’ll get to be a cool aunt!” Fox said this like it was the greatest thing in the whole wide world.

The two continued talking about the future, though, as usual, Fox was skeptical that Robin would stick around to experience it with her.