Wapun Meadow What we lose in the fire, we'll find in the ashes

TLDR: he has a dead baby deer at the edge of the meadow, near Bearclaw.

Phoenix often did things without considering the consequences. Sometimes this thought process came naturally with his actions, but often times remembering to think ahead was a talent he left to waste. Instead, he moved with the cocky impulsiveness of a wolf his size, age, and gender; and he really never had a choice on the shape of his attitude, given how competitive both parents had been, and the manner in which he'd been raised.

So it went without saying that he'd made decisions for himself without first considering how it might affect the relationship he wanted to build with his sisters. Eventually they came to mind; spurring his decision to stay with the Creek wolves while striking out on occasion to forge a bond with the Redleafs in the valley. He thought joining them would be presumptuous of him. They might think he expected a full-blooded relationship at first meet, but this wasn't the case. Despite wanting to be emotionally closer to Indra and Laurel than he was with anyone in these wilds, he knew such bonds took time, dedication, and (considering that he was still a bit of a stranger) space to adjust.

He'd made for Bearclaw earlier the previous evening, intending to arrive at their doorstep by morning, but Phoenix had gotten distracted through the night by a herd of small deer; their numbers fat with fawns, a few of them not yet past their crippled first week. Licked clean of their scent, however, Phoenix didn't know at first the prize he had happened upon. The does would flee from him, but always seek to return to a particular area in the vast meadow, and (confused by this phenom) it took several false-starts for the wolf to realize that something valuable called them back to the area despite the presence of a predator.

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A cloudy sunrise was passing, and a fawn lay crumpled and dead at Phoenix' feet. There hadn't been much of a fight, besides a bit of scouring around for it, but he had his prize at last. The yearling dragged his cumbersome meal through the flatland for a while, but when the distant bowl of Indra's valley came into sight, he stopped the arduous task and called out with a long howl instead. @Indra?