Two Rivers Isle We'll drive until the gas is gone

WC: 596

Phox looked up, obviously a bit surprised to see someone in the area, and from what Niamh could see, he’d been scuffling in the dirt a bit. Naturally, Niamh hoped that it was a cache- she was almost always hungry, and she liked to see others taking care to fill up caches- though she couldn’t understand why someone would choose to make a cache in a neutral territory. What she didn’t think about, was the fact that he might have buried whatever it was so that he could keep hunting. When he responded, he did so after crouching down and turning his ears back, which was appreciated and expected of a wolf who’d been placed in the lowest rank. Naturally, Niamh wanted to impress Phox, as he was Towhee’s brother...And unlike other situations where she might have held a grudge simply because Towhee had one too, she wanted for this situation to be different. Maybe Phox wasn’t that bad of a guy- here he was, trying to catch more food for the pack, after all- that was definitely a bonus and it made him seem responsible and useful, in the very least.

”That’s great; much luck out here?” She asked, then. ”There was a herd of deer here last week...But there’s a bunch of wolves just starting to kind of settle down across the river thataway,” She said, gesturing her muzzle toward the Shadewoods, distaste showing plainly on her features. ”Probably scared them off.” She said. If Phox was still able to hunt something small in the area, it’d be a bit encouraging- but there was so much more use for larger prey than small prey. Niamh didn’t want to live the entire winter on rabbits and squirrels, she wanted to eat deer, mountain goat, elk- whatever there was that was big enough so that she could eat until her belly was almost bursting. As evidenced by her tall, slim physique, that didn’t happen terribly often- but she sure enjoyed it when it did.

Her gaze strayed off into the distance for a moment, and she began to formulate a bit of a plan. Phox was new- and it didn’t appear as though he had too much on the go at the moment. If he’d already caught some food, then he’d already fulfilled the task he’d set for himself. Still wanting to go and check out the wolves who were settling far too close to the Plateau for her own liking, she contemplated asking him to go with her to see what the wolves were up to...But she could hear a bit of congestion in his breathing, still, and wasn’t sure if he’d be up to it just yet. She also had to confer with Quixote first, before doing anything that foolhardy. For now, though, she’d just keep Phox in mind for the task. Then maybe she, Phox and Ambrose could take her plan into action.

”I’m Niamh,” She said, then, realizing suddenly that she hadn’t exactly introduced herself. ”You’re...Fox?” She asked, still finding the male’s name odd, given it had been his mother’s too. ”Heh, I thought all you Redhawks were named after birds,” She said, with a slight chuckle. Of course, Niamh had no idea that an Orca wasn’t a bird- but had been left to assume as much simply because she’d never paid much attention when it came to learning about seaside creatures. She had, after all, called sea lions “Legless Fatdogs,” when she’d first seen them.