Blacktail Deer Plateau Wildfire

"Some dude named Fang. Said he and a few others were setting up shop in a creepy forest," Fox replied. She'd never been a particularly good listener, or she would have caught the name of it. "Anyway, this Fang dude was rubbing his butt on the ground and acting like it was no big deal. I asked him if he had a dingle-berry, and somehow that devolved into him being a Dingle-Berry Expert." Fox grinned, amused by her own story. She had a feeling Peregrine would be amused, too.

"Remember when I was on the Board of Proper Border Patrol?" she asked. It had been a long time since then, and although reminiscing was not something Fox did often, she was always happy to strike up a conversation about old times with her beau. She slid into a down, and then gently tugged at Peregrine's forepaw with her muzzle, hoping to get him to snuggle with her.