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The snap from Bones left Fox more surprised than angry, and she stepped backward with an expression that said as much. How could Bones do that? What the hell had her mother done to her? But it was Ira's intervening that set Fox off, and she gave him a wrinkle of her lips and a snarl of her own. “Don’t you ever fucking speak to me that way, you little shit,” she replied. She didn't recognize him, even now. He had lived for only a short time in the creek, and they had never bonded on any serious level. Fox didn't bother to notice that he knew her name, figuring that he had learned it from Bones or somewhere else.

Once the white one had been dealt with, Fox fanned her ears back to listen to Dante. He was, after all, her second in command alongside Blue Willow, and Fox had somehow learned to listen to her co-leaders during the past few months. “Definitely not him,” Fox replied, shooting Ira a dark look. “Bones, are you staying?” she asked. It made no sense for her to live at the creek now. Fox was here, and so was Atticus.