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Fox cocked her head to one side as he spoke about never having been a leader. Still, he coughed up some advice, and she nodded. It wasn't exactly the kind of advice she'd been looking for, but the fact that he was giving it a shot was nice. “I guess I meant more along the lines of surviving the winter.” Fox was pretty damn confident in her (and Peregrine's) ability to lead, and it was unlikely she would take anybody's advice on that particular part of her life, anyway. Aside from her mate, of course, who she trusted more than anything else in this world.

“Maybe you could come by the den Perry and I picked out and make sure it's all outfitted for the cold,” she suggested. “Our children will be born there, so it has to be perfect.” Sometimes, it was like Fox couldn't go three minutes without talking about her future family of fuzzbutts, but she was truly excited for them. She knew that they would come when the time was right, but she grew a little more impatient with each passing day. Why her body couldn't just get kicked into gear was beyond her.