Redhawk Caldera Caribbean blue

"Wifi," he repeated quietly, hoping that saying it out loud would help him remember for next time. "Yeah, I'd like that," he said, wagging his tail in agreement. He gave her a once-over, noting how... bedraggled she looked. He hadn't quite gotten the whole story, but he knew she had been captured by some other pack, and eventually, she had made her way here, to her birthplace. "You knew Fox and Peregrine, right? Can you tell me what they were like?" he asked. He had certainly heard stories from others, but no amount of stories would ever quench his thirst to know more about his parents.

To Phox, his parents had been two lovely wolves. They were strong, smart, and they had been the perfect couple. This, of course, was very far from the truth, but he didn't (want to) know that. The two Redhawk wolves were on a very, very high pedestal in his mind, and it was unlikely that they would ever come down from there. Towhee was also on that same pedestal... and really, the whole of his family. Phox thought his family was the very best, and nobody could ever take that away from him.