Redhawk Caldera Underdog

The wolf who spoke sounded... off, in some way. It wasn't how Towhee sounded different, or maybe Phox would have tried to motion using the same signs he'd helped Towhee come up with. Instead, he shrugged, a universal sign known to those who could and those who could not hear.

"The stars are always there," he replied. "The trick is figuring out what they mean."

Okay, so that was a bit cryptic. Nevertheless, Phox had used them to navigate himself both in and outside of the Teekon Wilds, and with the knowledge he had learned while away, he was pretty sure other things could be gleaned from the stars as well.

"You from around here?" he asked.

He knew full well that this particular wolf hadn't been born here, but there was certainly the chance he had come from nearby.