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As if reading her thoughts, Finley finally spoke of the gash that blazed across from Fox's ear to her muzzle, leaving an unsightly and garish scab in its place. “I thought you might ask,” Fox said with a wry grin. “While you were off fighting bears, I was here fighting cougars. Managed to get a good claw in, eh?” she said, running her tongue over the salty scab. Peregrine had been good about cleaning it regularly, and Fox had no doubt that it would heal without any issue. Her dear Perry had been heavy with guilt when he had come home to find her like this, but she made no mention of such things to Finley. Perry was home now, and Fox was satisfied with that.

“Ashton and Elwood helped to chase it off,” she went on, glancing at Finley as if pondering something. “Have you met Elwood? Seems like he might be your type.” Fox had never been a matchmaker before, but there was a first for everything, wasn't there? Considering Finley was one of her (best?) friends, there was no harm in giving the girl a nudge in what she thought might be the right direction.