Redhawk Caldera in a chaise and four to see the place,

More sounds, which Phox could only think of as a positive thing. Maybe if he'd been better able to read expressions, he would have realized that Aaron was none-too-pleased with his regifting sharing. The adult ate the piece of meat that Phox had given him, and the little boy wagged his tail happily. It was the simple things that pleased him, and these early interactions would mold him into be a generous, kind, and confident wolf.

Fidget went back to his own pile of softened meat, but it seemed the other puppies had gotten the memo, too. @Towhee, @Titmouse, @Oriole, and @Orca clamored over, lapping up the half-eaten food without giving much thought to who had brought it. Phox backed away almost immediately, having learned that fighting for food was an exhausting pastime. While he was often first to the pile, he rarely got the most food.