“Well, gee, I don’t know–”
That… really hadn’t been the first thought on Vixey’s mind. After all that had happened, she had a million questions of her own - but more than anything, she was relieved to know that Tod was okay. Dens were replaceable, when it came down to it; he wasn’t.
For someone who’d only come into her life a couple days ago, Vixey was sure relieved he hadn’t left it just as quickly.
Before she voiced any of that, though, Tod had given her a question to answer first, Her emotions were still in a confused jumble after the morning’s harrowing escapes; but the male looked so down about the whole thing that could conjure a smile for him as she answered.
“It most depends on where you look. Some parts of the forest are, hm, more likely than others. And I mean, if it comes down to it, we can always dig a new one.”
Or, she knew how to do that, at any rate. Vixey still didn’t know quite how far Tod’s experiences extended yet - other than that they had been a world apart from her own.
With a relieved smile, Tod’s ears flicker downwards. While it was good to know that Amos wouldn’t come back with ill intent & that his old friend could still be considered as such ( even if they were WORLDS APART ), this was the most on his mind right now : Vixey’s well-being. After she answered about the den’s future, he was no longer worried over it. As she said, they could always DIG ONE. However, she might have to teach him how to do all of that . . .
❝ We’ll find a good place. Even BETTER than the last one! ❞ There’s a stretch of silence from the male fox before he speaks up again. ❝ You’re not hurt, are ya, Vixey? ❞
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