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Hearing Fox badmouth Hawkeye was actually quite cathartic, he found. Perhaps it was because he had long since ceased talking about her to anyone because even those closest to him—Osprey, for instance—inexplicably gave Hawkeye the benefit of the doubt. For a long time now, he had taken the higher road, yet this little side trip was definitely a joyride. He smiled, then before they rightfully moved on from the subject, he decided to indulge himself knowing his mate wouldn't refute anything he had to say on the matter.

"Hawkeye was a piece of shit," he said blithely, "and a gigantic fucking hypocrite. I legitimately hate her." Short, simple and to the point. It felt good to get it off his chest and then he was quite ready to stop thinking about her altogether again.

Fox proposed a walk by Lake Rodney and he smiled. "After you," he said, motioning for his petite partner to lead the way. "I'm glad we can be dank together. I just hope the smell goes away by the time the pups are born. I don't want them growing up with stinky ass parents. All the other kids will make fun of them and stuff," he quipped.