Heron Lake Plateau Taurus

He had expected a more pithy reply, but she responded with just as much information as he needed to find something comfortable. Based on her answer, he would certainly look for a crevice before attempting to make a spot further into the pack's territory. Phox fully intended to take this process as slow as possible. He did not want to make any missteps or cause Towhee (or anybody else) to think he was anything less than sincere. He knew he was walking on thin ice, and every step was a carefully calculated tiptoe forward.

Again, he resolved himself not to provoke Towhee further or make her think any less of him. He would redeem himself, even if it took the rest of his godforsaken life to do so. Hell, he'd do it in the afterlife if it came right down to it. He was not sure what kind of response she wanted from him, so he remained silent, more scared than anything to speak, lest she change her mind and revoke his access home.

Home. It was a concept he had not known for a long time, and even now it felt foreign. This place would not be home until he could prove that he was worthy of it, but it was a start. Phox fully intended on setting things right here one step at a time.