Blacktail Deer Plateau those who know

“It’s nothing,” Fox replied. She didn't often speak of Haunter, and she wasn't about to spill her deepest, most hidden emotions with Blue. They were getting along well enough, but Fox simply wasn't comfortable with it just yet. Perhaps, in the future, things would be different. But she hoped she would forget about Haunter long before that time came. Most would say that wasn't the best way to deal with her tragedy, but it was the only way that Fox knew how. And nobody had told her any differently, so she went right along doing things her way (as she so often did).

“Berries, hm?” she echoed, “Tytonidae was telling me about them the other day. And she’s not dead, so I guess that’s a good sign.” At least, she wasn't dead as far as Fox was aware. Her scent was still in the plateau, which was more than could be said for most of Peregrine's other children. Idly, Fox wondered if her own children would leave or stay once they were old enough to make up their minds. Perhaps they would (wrongly) assume that they would be replaced with the next year's litter, just as Junior had done.