Blacktail Deer Plateau i can't stop drinking about you

Fox, with her usual shitty memory, answered the call like it was just another day in the life of Mrs. Redleaf-DiSarinno. Life had been easy here on the plateau, and Fox had managed to keep her usual trouble-making to a minimum. How, she wasn't quite sure. Perhaps the fact that Peregrine occupied much of her time had something to do with it. If she was hanging out with him, there was only so much damage she could do.

The firecrotch fireball strode toward the call leisurely, but when she caught a whiff of the distinct smell of Bones her demeanor changed in a flash. One moment, she was strolling along with a bored expression, the next she was bolting toward her former pack-mate with tail wagging frantically back and forth and her eyes and ears alert and attentive. Without a word, Fox crashed her way past Dante, ignored Ira completely (whom Fox did not remember), and began giving her pack-sister all the friendly licks Bones would allow.

While Fox had never considered Bones a child, she had been as close to a little sister as Fox had ever known.