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

Phox tried to remember if he had ever met Colt, but he couldn't recall. How was Colt related to the lot of them? Phox knew enough to remember Elwood and Finley's children who had been born the year prior to himself: Liffey, Lucy, and Lagan, but he couldn't recall the names of those who had been born the same year. He vaguely remembered that they had been born in the summer, but even he had just been a boy then. And what was he now? An adult? It hardly felt that way.

That made Niamh a Blackthorn, which meant that she was probably on good terms with the rest of the pack. Not only that, but she was definitely higher ranking than himself, and he suspected that she was more than just a member of the Redhawks. Her scent was thick upon the borders, which meant she was likely a leader of some sort. Did that mean Colt was a leader, too? That was how things had always been with Elwood and Finley at the helm (and from what he recalled, it had been that way when his parents were alive, too).

Niamh explained what he had suspected, and he silently cursed himself for making such an obvious mistake. He would dig the rabbits back up and carry them home before he left here. It was good to know, at least, that this was a common hunting ground for the Redhawks. That was likely why his nose had confused him in the first place. With the pack coming often to hunt, their scent was still rather strong here.

He did not understand why another pack would wish to compete for food when there was plenty of open space in all other parts of the Teekon Wilds, but he supposed he had seen stupider things happen. Blackfeather Woods, for example, seemed intent on capturing and torturing wolves, a concept he would never comprehend. Will they put up a fight? he asked, feeling the urge once again to flee if such a thing happened. This time, though, he resolved to stay. He was older, wiser, and knew that he would be of more use here than he would anywhere else.