Blacktail Deer Plateau Wildfire

“I just thought you were good at your job,” she said, pausing to preen a tuft of Peregrine's fur that was out of place. She hadn't been wrong about that. It was clear that Peregrine had retained the plateau quite well, despite all that had happened to it. Still, there were moments when she wondered how differently things could have turned out. It was wasted energy, but she could not help herself. She tried to imagine what it would be like if she was laying aside Haunter, preening his fur instead, nestled in the heart of Swiftcurrent Creek.

Silently, Fox wondered if Peregrine thought the same things about Hawkeye. She wasn't dead, but she had faded from the plateau. It was no surprise (and no loss in Fox's mind), considering she had once reigned supreme. Now, Hawkeye had nothing. Fox's stomach dropped at the thought of anything similar happening to her. “No matter what,” she said suddenly, “I’ll always be yours.” Nothing, Fox decided with certainty, would change that.