Blacktail Deer Plateau Wildfire

Fox sighed happily, pressing her small body against Peregrine's gigantic one. For a little while, she was content to just lay in silence. Considering the storm of turmoil she usually brought with her, Peregrine seemed to have toned things down a bit. She wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Was she getting too domestic? Fox's most natural state was causing a shitshow wherever her feet took her, and while she'd done a bit of that at the plateau, she'd managed to keep herself from getting in too many fights.

Her mind wandered this way and that, and eventually she spoke up. “So now that Atticus is awake, does that mean he and Blue Willow…?” Are gonna hook up? Fox was more comfortable with another legitimate litter to grow up alongside her own, even if she thought it would be easier for Blue and Atticus to go elsewhere. She knew that it would be taken the wrong way, though. Fox only wanted what was best for the whole lot of them (or at least she would phrase it that way).