Golden Glade We're only hearts and bones and blood

He didn't seem alright. Foxglove opened her mouth to call out his lie, but closed it just as quickly, remembering that people did not often take kindly to such. Her mother had said once that some wolves simply didn't like to face the truth so baldly; they needed it covered in honey, or it would be too bitter for them. Fox wasn't sure what a honeyed version of I think you're lying would sound like — so she chose not to say it at all.

Fox, she answered without thinking, and then: Well, Foxglove. Well... Rusty Foxglove Medeiros is my whole name. But I like Fox. Her ears went hot, and after a small pause she added, What about you?