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Although Fox did not realize it (she was far too dull for that kind of thing), she was playing the part of counselor this time around. She cocked her head to the side and listened as FitzDutiful spilled forth his predicament. The part about being chased off was the part Fox could help explain the most, though, so she did just that. It seemed Fitz had misunderstood the instructions she had given to the rest of the pack—including him. “I don’t want to chase everybody off,” she replied, “We still want smart, able-bodied wolves to come to us if they are looking for a home. I just don’t want outsiders hunting close to us or trespassing. As long as she has a good head on her shoulders, and I'm assuming she does, if she's caught your eye, she'll understand that she needs to be respectful of our boundaries if she wishes to join.”

The other half of his tale, the part where he mentioned how he had treated her, was not something Fox could really comment on. Wolf-to-wolf relations weren't really her forte... that was more Fitz's deal. But maybe somebody else could help? Somebody who had a good deal of experience or... or something. “Maybe you can ask Amon about the other part of your concern,” she suggested, “He’s probably better at the whole… personal stuff. Guy’s like a fossil.” As a leader, Fox had found that it wasn't her job to do everything, merely to coordinate the various wolves and get them helping each other in whatever way was best for them.