Although several of her past days had been spent outside the plateau's borders, Fox kept close to home today. Not for any reason in particular, but she did know that it was important to keep tabs on what was going on where she lived, slept, and led. She was still mildly suspicious that Atticus's "condition" was contagious, but the longer time went on, the more she trusted that Blue had been correct in thinking that it was merely a head injury of some kind. Fox could only hope that his head injury did not turn into what Haunter's invisible illness had: death.
Not because she had any personal connection to the male, but because so many wolves on the plateau did. Had he still been well, Atticus would have been an equal to her. Unfortunately, he had been all but unresponsive. It was a wonder they were even able to get him to eat. Most of his time seemed to be spent staring into space with the same blank stare. It made Fox uneasy, and she avoided him for that reason. Instead, the girl found herself meandering about the pack lands, sniffing at this and that as she did so.
She found herself on the far side of the pack lands, and she sat leaning large body against a tree and there she let herself feel everything and feel the self pity and the longing and the pain and everything else swirl and swim until it was all there for the world to see in the form of tracks down the femmes face. She simply sat then, emotionally spent and heart broken.
Eventually, the young leader called out. “You want… company?” she asked. Fox knew that she wasn't the best company to be had, especially when it came to Blue Willow, but they were pack-mates, fellow leaders, and Fox knew it was the right thing to ask. The yearling took a hesitant step forward.
Blue smiled a little blearily and dipped her muzzle. I'm sorry yes that would be fine. What you must think of me being here all dejected. I'm sorry for our spat the other day fox. then she fell silent remembered the girl did not like much dialogue and to be honest Blue for once in her life did not feel the urge to fill the air with words.
“You and Atticus… you guys were a thing?” she asked. Perhaps they had been a "thing" like she and Haunter had been. In the midst of a courtship that had lasted too long and ended miserably. Fox blinked the thought away, not wishing to see his corpse in her mind's eye.
Blue's smile turned sad and she nodded yes we were courting taking things slow before we became completely husband and wife, mostly because I am far traditional in that sense and we both were trying to be respectful. I miss him. He was there, but he wasn't there. And it bothered her, she missed him. Even though he was there in body and she could curl up next to him at night, he didn't seem to be there in mind.
“Did you ever meet his daughter, Bones?” asked Fox. It didn't occur to her that Blue might not even know about his bastard children (or that it might upset her). After meeting the bitch who had whelped Bones and her siblings (were any of them still alive?), Fox couldn't believe that Blue Willow was the woman he had been courting. The yearling had been something of a warden for the young Bones, although she'd always treated her more like an adult and less like a ward. So many had berated Fox for putting Bones and other juveniles in danger, and yet they hardly batted an eye when pups that age were doing something equally dangerous for the pack, such as fending off cougars. Perhaps they just had different views on what counted as an adult.
Blue's lips twitched and then she chuckled That I did one time, she was a fiery little girl. I didn't ever find out what happened to her. I suppose she went home. My understanding is that that was a liason induced heavily with mushrooms and lust and estrus...but i could be wrong. I think though that we can love more than once in this life if it is needed. Every wolf that comes our way leaves something behind. She shrugged then unsure what else to say about that.
So Blue Willow didn't know. Fox wondered if Atticus even knew where his bastard child was right now. Soon after it had happened, Fox had informed Peregrine of the... incident, but perhaps other, more important things had taken precedence. “Bones was kidnapped a few months back,” Fox replied flatly, “I told Peregrine, but... I wonder if Atticus even knows...” Well, he probably didn't know anything right now, given his current mental state. But had he ever known the fate of his daughter? Surely Peregrine would have told him.
Fox shook her head to get rid of the plethora of questions that began forming there. “Wasn’t one of his other kids living here?” she asked. Fox vaguely remembered Peregrine saying something about the child, although she couldn't remember the specifics. It felt like a lifetime ago. Was he or she still around? Did Bones's sibling even know that she'd been taken, and were the Tortuga wolves on the lookout for him or her, too?
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Fox could tell at once that it was a test. Blue wanted to know how she acted under pressure. Thankfully, despite not getting Bones back to them, Fox really had done everything that she could have without risking the safety of her pack. The yearling began to tell the story of that fateful night as best as she could remember it. “I heard a struggle in the middle of the night. A few Tortuga wolves, including Bones’s mother, Cutlass, came to take her away.” Fox spat the woman's name with disgust. “I got there as quickly as I could, and there was a brief standoff. It was clear that Bones wanted to stay at the creek, her home. When Cutlass began to use force, we fought them, tooth and nail.” It had been anything but pretty.
“We killed two, maybe three of their own, and the other one became our captive, but he could give us no more information. I couldn’t leave the creek, and I couldn’t just send one or two wolves to go after her; Tortuga is a large, powerful, and ruthless pack. Fighting against the whole of them would mean defeat and death.” Cutthroat had proven himself useless as an informant (thought he had been good eye candy), though a worthy pack-mate. It was, perhaps, the only good thing to come out of the whole ordeal. Fox still couldn't see what Atticus had seen in the nasty, ugly wench. At least Fox had ripped off a good portion of her skin when she'd gotten away.
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“I’ll accept,” Fox replied, “on the condition that you let me know what your expectations are.” It was hard to live up to any expectations if she did not know what they were. Fox was taking a page right out of her own book and practicing what she had only just preached to Kaihra a day or two ago. “You don’t have to answer right now; it’s a loaded question, and as I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’m not that great at retaining information given in large chunks. Just promise me that you won't expect something out of me that isn't obvious or you haven't already told me about.”
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It was fair enough, and although Fox felt she would be watched at every turn, she was thankful to have more support here than she'd ever had in the creek. Back there, she was supposed to be the role model, but she'd been far too young. With Peregrine and Blue Willow here to keep her in check, she just might not screw this one up. Perhaps she had learned from her "mistakes" in some way or another. What a novel idea. In a gesture of kindness and thankfulness, Fox moved forward and rubbed her head against Blue's shoulder. While not the most verbally affectionate wolf, Fox did care for her pack-mates. Especially those who were willing to give her a chance when, quite frankly, she didn't deserve one.
“Let’s go tell Perry,” Fox said, swishing her tail from side-to-side. “Unless you’d rather look after Atticus… then I can tell him.” Fox felt that it would sound better coming from Blue, but she was eager to get the news to him anyway. The twice-again Alpha stood then, readying herself to leave with or without the twice-again Beta.
Blue chuckled as she got to her feet and gave a small smile lead the way then Fox, I will take care of Atticus on my return. She fell into step behind the clearly excited femme. She was excited for her excitement, even if it came at the loss of her own position, she was still a leader though in a sense.