Redhawk Caldera Stay sick, never basic

I couldn't resist. <__<
Short because working! Jk, not short.

Muffled voices dragged Fox out of her sleep. Well, that and the decidedly odd sensation she felt in her abdomen. It wasn't quite hunger, nor was it nausea. Just... “Movement!” she whispered with excitement. But it stopped, and Fox remembered the other reason she had awoken. Crawling to the entrance of the den, she poked her head out to catch the end of FitzDutiful's speech.

"I want to create a pack of my own. I'd prefer to have your blessing but... I understand if you hate me for it." Hate him? “I won’t speak for Peregrine,” Fox began, casting the father-to-be a glance to let him know she wouldn't make that mistake again, “but I don’t have a problem with it. I still don’t understand why everybody got pissy when we decided to leave the plateau.” Now that Fitz had Raissa—Fox was unaware of what had (or rather, hadn't) transpired between them—it was natural for him to want to branch out on his own.

She had questions for him, but considering Perry had just asked one, she didn't want to overwhelm him or make him feel he was being attacked.