Hoshor Plains reschedule that for tomorrow

A single ear twitched backward at the noise, and it took a great amount of willpower to turn his head and look at the stranger. The stranger hadn't said anything, nor did he make any sudden moves, and Phox—being the friendly adolescent he was—got up and pivoted to face the blue-eyed wolf. "Hi, I'm Phox! What's your name?" If Towhee had been here, she'd probably be bristling and ready to pounce on the "outsider," but she wasn't, and Phox was nothing like his sister in that regard.

Phox wasn't sure if the adults of his pack would want to come back here and hunt the deer, but he did hope that this guy didn't eat them all before they got a chance to. There was still plenty of small game, but Phox had been really excited to take back information about where "his" herd had gone off to.