Redhawk Caldera have you tried flushing the cache?

Phox pointed out a fact about Towhee that was obvious to most wolves, but Nightjar nodded pensively, as if it hadn't occurred to him before. Of course! If he struggled with only one working ear then it stood to reason that his deaf sister would be incapable of hunting at all. Eyesight was a boon but could only do so much in a dark, gloomy forest where the pitter-patter of animal paws on leaf litter was sometimes the only signal that there was anything there.

He listened as best he could while Phox outlined the plan, but much like the original Fox, his attention span was fleeting. By the time Fox 2 concluded his lesson on manning the caches, Nightjar's focus had drifted to whether or not it would be fair to spar with a deaf wolf. He snapped out of it and smiled faintly at his brother, though he hadn't heard a word about telling Elwood and Finley what was in the caches.

"Dad just dropped things wherever, I think," he supplied unhelpfully. Peregrine probably hadn't done that and he probably had a strategy, but Nightjar didn't know of it. "I'll follow your lead," he offered, falling in line with the younger wolf ahead. This was a subject he'd never taken any interest in, but for Phox, he would try to be an engaged and willing student.