Blacktail Deer Plateau Wildfire

Sounds like they need some new drama. :o

She nodded, but Fox didn't press for further details. She wished that Haunter had—No, she couldn't think like that. It wasn't fair to Peregrine, her future children, or anybody who surrounded her now. Hell, it wasn't even fair to Haunter. What was done was done. Haunter was gone, and in that moment, she swore to stop asking what-ifs to herself. It was only bringing her down, and Fox knew that she had to stop herself. Peregrine was here, and he wasn't leaving her. Not like Haunter had done.

“What were your parents like?” she asked. The question wasn't important, and she probably wouldn't remember half of what he said, but hearing his voice was good. As much as she hated it when other wolves went on and on, she simply couldn't get enough of his deep baritone. It was likely the only voice of reason she would ever listen to.