Heron Lake Plateau Glam, glitz, guts and gore.

It was cold, and it had only been getting colder. He was thin, his coat was scraggly, and he looked unwell. He felt unwell. Phox was a mere husk of the bright young boy he had once been. He had only been in the area a day or two, but he had picked up their scent easily. It was all the same wolves. Elwood, Finley, Raven, Towhee, Eljay. They were all here.

The estranged Redhawk still felt wretched for leaving them, but he couldn't bring himself to stay away any longer. They could rip him to shreds if they wished, but he wasn't going to survive on his own out there any longer.

He collapsed in a heap just outside the invisible wall, struggling to breathe, but happy to be home.