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Fox thought that was fair enough, and she gave a nod of her head. By six months, her children would be well on their way to being adults. And Fox had no intentions of having more than one brood each year. Once per year was about as much as she could handle, and she had a feeling her body would feel the same way and act accordingly. That was all speculation, of course. However, if it did work out that the next pair didn't breed until the Firebirds were six months, it could put them on a nice little rotation of having children around all the time. That could be awesome or terrible.

She smiled fondly when Peregrine explained his thoughts on wolves leaving their pack. Fox had left her birth pack because it was overflowing and they no longer needed her help. She had wanted to strike out on her own, and she'd done that quite well. Although it hadn't been until the death of Lethe that she'd realized what potential she actually had.

“Kinda makes me wonder what Robin’s up to,” Fox mused. The girl had always been a bit of a flake, and even after promising again and again to stick around, she'd vanish without a word. It was troublesome, and Fox wondered if Peregrine thought poorly of her for that reason. “And my other siblings, for that matter.” Fox hadn't heard from anybody aside from Robin since she'd left home, and she wondered if they were off living their own lives as leaders of various packs.