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Sorry Fox is mega-bitch. D:

Fox twisted up her face at the girl's response. “I’ve told my story,” she said curtly, “and I won’t justify my actions to some Sunspire gawker.” Fox didn't give a flying rat's ass what this girl would have done, nor was she keen on taking advice from somebody who was not only a stranger, but a friend of an enemy. The Redleaf was becoming increasingly agitated, and she did not like one bit being talked down to by somebody on her borders. If she wanted to hear her side of it, fine. But Fox would not be told she was wrong for the decisions she had made for the safety of her pack.

“Is that all?” she asked, suddenly ready to be rid of this girl and get on with her day. Fox now wondered if this girl had been sent here to spy on her in some manner. Would Ferdie and his gang come down here to heckle her in her new home? Had they somehow found out about her injury (which she had now spoken freely of) and were they planning an intrusion as she sat here and waxed about days long past? Fox wasn't sure, but she decided that she had done all the history lessons she wanted to for the day.