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"Hmmm," she hummed, "Maybe it's just winter that's got them acting stupid." That was easier than trying to explain their behavior in any other way. Fox knew that no trespassers would be able to fight them, least of all loners, but she did worry that it would wear them down in some way.

When Peregrine mentioned his headache, Fox gave him a concerned look. She did not want him to end up like Haunter or Atticus, and the mere thought of it brought dread to her heart. Instead of mentioning either of them, she gently licked the top of his head in a wolfish kiss. Surely if anything bad was to come of it, it would have already happened.

"I'm so glad she's back," Fox confessed, "She's one of the few friends I've got." Friends were a sparse for Fox. Although, ever since she had come to Redhawk Caldera, she had noticed that there was a distinct lack of enemies (she wouldn't count the trespassers). Everybody within their ranks had been personally vetted by either her or Peregrine (or both), leading to a great bunch of wolves.