Redhawk Caldera We are the dreamers

Phox had only been half a minute behind Towhee, following her quietly (even though there was really no need to do so). He had known what she was doing as soon as he'd spotted the figure lurking at their borders, and he wasn't about to let her face a stranger alone if he was around to join her. As usual she approached the outsider with every bit of confidence, and it made him smile. A few beats later, and Phox was at her side, nudging her to let her know he was there to back her up if she needed it.

He'd missed the introduction, but he'd been close enough to hear the stranger ask for their parents. "They're dead," Phox said plainly. This was not the first wolf who had come looking for them, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Thankfully for their last batch of children, they never really had to go through the turmoil of losing them: they'd never been alive in the first place to Phox and his littermate. "I can call for Elwood and Finley, though. They're the new alphas." Might as well be helpful!