Redhawk Caldera Stay sick, never basic

Fox frowned deeply. She couldn't really imagine Ashton taking off without saying anything, which led her to believe he had somehow gotten himself injured. Either that or he really was a terrible wolf who had put on a front. Maybe he'd gotten cold feet with Somnia or something equally stupid. Whatever the reason, it was worrying to think that they now lacked a healer. Young pups were notoriously susceptible to illness, and that was perhaps the only time Fox would ever request a healer.

"How are you feeling, by the way? Do you want me to clean the wounds you can't reach?" Actually, Fox would be happy to clean even the wounds he could reach. She simply wouldn't stand to have him out of commission when the children were born. "Do you think you'll be back on your feet by the time the children arrive?" It was true that they had many close friends who could help, but Fox wanted Peregrine to be one hundred percent when she went into labor.