Swiftcurrent Creek unbeknownst

The black one seemed talkative, and Fox listened with open ears. He was a pack-mate, after all, and she knew that it was proper to be social with him (without trying to full-on fight him right away). "Name’s Fox," she replied. He had not explained how he met Clarice, but she assumed they had met here, considering his choice of words. Considering he had only met the two of them, Fox was going to guess he was pretty dang new, too. Not that she'd been around the block that much. Then again, nobody had. Swiftcurrent had only just popped up.

"On them?" Fox echoed when the white wolf queried about her wounds. "Nope. Time usually heals this kinda thing. Nothing too deep, anyway." She did not understand why everybody was so concerned about it. Sure, there was that nasty-looking gash on her forehead, but even that wasn't so terrible. It was likely just the outward appearance of it. The scab was already pretty solid, and it would be healed in no time.