Blacktail Deer Plateau Jaguar

Fox bit her lip, suddenly unsure if she should have said anything at all. It wasn't Peregrine's fault that Haunter had died, nor did she wish to burden the Alpha with her woes. But she couldn't help herself, and getting it out in the air did feel better. Even if it was just the tiniest bit better. “No,” she replied softly. “I just… don’t die on me.” Fox had no idea what she would do if that happened. Without Peregrine here, she wouldn't even have a place in Blacktail Deer Plateau. For the time being, he was the only reason she was here at all. That would change in time, provided she was able to settle into her role here.

She lifted her foreleg so that it rested across his chest in a sort of wolfish embrace. There, she remained quiet for a minute or two, just watching his fur swish this way and that with her breath. Eventually, she withdrew to look at him. “I know our… arrangement isn’t ordinary,” she began, “but what should I call you? Boyfriend? Lover?” Mate? she thought, but did not say. Perhaps if Lasher had not been thrown into the mix, it would have been more clear. But since he was, it did make things more complicated, even if Perry believed everything would work out fine in the end.