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For any RHC lovelies!

Winter was fast approaching, and Fox was already bracing herself. In fact, she'd been bracing herself for the past month. The nights grew colder, she now awoke chilly each morning, the dawn coming later and later in the day. Not only did the sun rise later, but it also set sooner, leaving each day a little bit shorter than the last. Right now, though, the sun was right at high noon, letting Fox's small physique cast a shadow only beneath her. She was heading toward the lake that sat atop the mountain, planning to grab a drink before she settled in for her afternoon nap.

Her pace was slow, perhaps even lazy, as she had no reason to hurry from place to place these days. Life on the caldera was sweet and calm, unlike so much of the past year of her life. True, she had learned that Peregrine's brother was missing, but that hardly had an impact on them, and there was no knowing where he'd gone off to. Perry seemed to think he had died, but Fox still thought he might have gone to Tortuga to avenge Bones. In any case, it was not her problem, and she stopped to drink at the mountaintop lake, lapping up the cool water with a bright pink tongue.