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

/me sneaks in a Nereides reference

Unlike his late mother, Fox, Phox did not mind listening to somebody who wanted to talk. His mother would have cut off the conversations about five words in, but Phox stood patiently, listening intently and attentively as Niamh explained things. She explained that the wolves were a bit of an unknown variable, and in so many words, she noted that she wanted more information. Phox was smart enough to read between the lines. She wanted him to step up. Niamh wanted him to figure out what was going on there, and she wanted him to bring the information back to the Redhawks so they could formulate a plan, assuming one was needed.

I could go check them out, he said, hoping to gain some kind of favor with Niamh in doing so. I would need time, but I can do it. With time, he could regain his strength and venture out further to find the wolves that had been attempting to make the nearby territory their home. He was nothing important to the pack, and his absence would not make an impact. Not only that, but it would give him a chance to prove that he was a loyal, trustworthy, and contributing member.

He looked in the direction which the group was said to be settling, and he wondered what they were like. The yearling had encountered several packs during his absence. Some were much like the Redhawks, while others had strong beliefs he could never really get into. Others still had strict rules about what you could and could not do. One even put males below all others, assuming that they were lesser beings. Nereides, he recalled them being called. He had not stuck around longer to find out more.

Phox wondered what sort of pack planned to pop up nearby. He would not leave the Redhawks, but his curiosity would certainly draw him to learn about other packs in the area eventually... especially if they planned on inhabiting somewhere so close by. Perhaps they could even come to an agreement in which the other pack would not encroach on the Redhawks' hunting grounds. Surely that was an agreement that could be made.