Redhawk Caldera god karen, you can't just ask people why they're white

It was official - Fox had exploded. Grimm had overhead the news second hand, having few other friends in the pack after playing unconventional matchmaker to the Beta pair. But she wasn't phased. It would blow over, a slew of new faces had joined, and the birth meant that she was closer to finding out if Peregrine had been serious.

Grimm jogged smoothly through the forest, fresh from a successful hunt, feast, and cache burial. The butchering had caked her in blood, visible in the bright flecks on her white hind leg, and she was desperate for a bath.