Redhawk Caldera to pronounce apathy

*squishes them together so hard*

Fox froze when he spoke, the bone still between her jaws, mid-bite. Her heart sank, her blood ran cold, and she suddenly felt much smaller than her already small self. Peregrine was the one thing that had been consistent for so long. Ever since she'd come to the Teekon Wilds, he had been there. First in enemy capacity, then frenemy, then friend, lover, mate, and now he would soon be her co-parent. The sickening realization of this, and the way she had been yelling at him finally washed over her. "I can't have another relationship like this," echoed in her head over and over and over and over. It meant she was acting like one of the wolves she hated most.

She couldn't think of anything. Her mind was a blank, save for those the words that echoed in her head. Fox dropped the bone, sprung to her feet, and crashed right into his chest, pressing her head into him with a weak whine. She would make it up to him. Somehow, someway, they would make this work. They had to. The children were coming no matter what, and it simply would not do if they were squabbling like this. Fox would do better. She would actually work for it. She couldn't lose him. The children couldn't come into this world, into a broken home. Fox would rather die and take them with her than live that life.