Redhawk Caldera intro to anxiety

He knew his brother was back, but Phox had not made the move to actually go hang out with him, bro-style. There was not really anything he could blame this on, aside from maybe laziness. Phox just was not motivated to do much of anything but eat, look at the stars, and check the caches. Sure, he hung out with Towhee on a regular basis, but that was the only pack mate he felt especially close to. Lagan, sure, but he was older and more of a mentor than anything... like some sort of half-parent, half-sibling. Orca was cool, but Phox had never felt particularly close to her, either. Maybe nobody would ever be as great as Towhee was.

Still, Phox knew it was important that Titmouse feel welcomed home. Besides, he was curious to know where his brother had gone, what he had done, and what sorts of adventures he had while he was away from Redhawk Caldera. It wasn't particularly difficult to track Titmouse down (after all, Phox was training to become a tracker), and he found his brother sitting atop a ridge. "Titmouse!" he called out, hoping his sudden appearance wouldn't cause his brother to lose footing. "Hey man!"