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Why didn't that make it a good idea? Fox was puzzled by his question, because it honestly made no sense. She was half of the leading pair, and she couldn't go around making alliances without knowing who they were, no matter how well Peregrine happened to know them. It was obvious by now that they had varying opinions on plenty of things, so why wouldn't they on this Ragnar that he spoke of? Little did Fox know that she actually had met him, thought him bizarre, and had been his son's leader for a time. Perhaps her mind would change once she met him. "I'll meet him, if you'd like me to. But I'm still wary about any kind of alliance." It didn't feel natural, and it seemed like a recipe for headaches and heartbreaks.

But she let it drop for now, ears perking up when he mentioned their love nest. Fox thought on it for a moment, then shrugged. "Do we need anything else?" she asked. Honestly, as long as it was warm, clean, safe, and cozy, she was satisfied. "Did you see the pelt that Amon gifted us? I got to see him prepare it. Pretty cool stuff." Not only had it been interesting to learn, but bonding with her pack-mates was always a welcome thing.