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Whether he was aware of it or not, Perry's comforting words did help. And she would do her damn best to remember to bring it up to him again. In two days time, just like he'd requested. She nudged upward when he brushed his chin against her muzzle, and her tail wagged behind her to let him know that she was content with the stalling of their talk. (Even if she was still a little bit impatient.)

She withdrew as he spoke of the lack of prey, and Fox frowned. They would have to keep a closer eye (nose?) out for prey now that winter was closing in on them, and she had a gut feeling that this wasn't going to be a particularly easy winter. Maybe she was wrong, but they wouldn't know until they were in the thick of it. He teased her about getting fat, and Fox poked at her own belly. “Pretty soon, I’ll just have to roll around. That’s how fat I’m gonna be… before the babies.” She cackled at the thought, trying to imagine herself as a balloon of fat rolls.