Heron Lake Plateau Taurus

Taurus looked right, and Phox followed his gaze, landing on Towhee. When Phox looked back at the moose, it was already trotting off (can moose even trot?), apparently not wishing to deal with two wolves, even if one was incapable of doing much of anything. Phox watched it with mild interest, taking it as a sign of... something. He was not really sure what to make of its appearance just yet, but perhaps he would come to a conclusion in time. Right now, his whole body, his whole mind, and his whole soul ached.

Towhee's arrival brought about mixed emotions for the yearling. He was grateful that she had come back before he had died, but he also feared the worst: that Raven had forsaken him and he was to be put to death. If anybody was willing to do it, it would likely be Towhee. Hell, she might even relish in the thought of slaughtering another shitty brother. At least Phox hadn't done something so fucked up as raping his surrogate mother slash sister. The Redhawk was still trying to process that information, although he doubted he would ever get the full story on what had gone down that day.

With his attention on Towhee, he awaited to hear his fate.