Firestone Hot Springs I know that she's a dreamer

Taking a day-trip outside of the plateau was no rare occurrence for Fox as of late. Perhaps it was the fact that there were three other leaders to hold down the fort. But if she was really being honest, Fox wasn't sure she felt at home there. Not the way she had back in the creek. With Swiftcurrent, she had been bound to the land and never wanted to leave it, not more than a day at a time. With her current home, she often felt the need to escape the feeling of not feeling at home. There were times when she wondered if she would ever feel like she truly fit in there. But there were no other options open to her, considering Peregrine would not be leaving anytime soon.

Fox headed south and west, across the Whitefish River and toward the hot springs. She had been there many times before, but with the cold weather creeping closer and closer, she felt even more of a pull toward them. Granted, it was only the nights that were cold right now, and she still had to push Perry away to keep from overheating at night, but she knew the harsh winter that would soon be upon them. Evening had fallen, taking the sun down with it, and Fox meandered through the unclaimed land with open ears, eyes, and nose.

A few hours into it, she stopped still, sniffing at the air and smelling somebody close by. “Somebody out there?” she asked, her eyes not cooperating in the way she wished them to.