Bramblepoint steam machine / too long

Phox liked the idea of killing it. Even though he wasn't a rage-fueled killing machine like his sister, he was a hunter, and killing anything for food appealed to him quite easily. The stranger offered to let him join her in the quest, and he hesitated. "What's your name?" he asked. He would certainly feel more comfortable following her around if he knew who she was.

"And I can't be gone long. Rave's gonna be lookin' for me." Sure, she allowed the pups more and more freedoms as they got older, but she always rounded them up before it got too dark. Phox would answer her call as soon as she inevitably asked him to come back.