Heron Lake Plateau now i’m free from what you are

Feel free to skip me next round! I'll be out leading a bike ride, and Phox won't be doing anything beyond backing up his fam bam.

The wolf attempting to claim the throne was not, much to Phox's relief, somebody not within the Redhawk ranks as he had at first suspected. His head had immediately gone to the wolves Niamh had spoken of, and he had worried that somehow he had not acted quickly enough on her not-so-subtle suggestion to seek out more information about the nearby settlers, even though it had only been a day since they'd had that discussion.

Wherever Towhee moved, Phox was at her shoulder. He would back her up in any capacity that he could. Three against one was not good odds for this potential usurper, and he knew the rest of the Redhawks would not allow it to happen. Or at least he thought he knew. The poor wretch had only been back a week, and now all this was happening. Same ol' Redhawk Caldera, even if they now lived on a plateau instead of a mountain.

It was Niamh and who Phox could only assume was Quixote who filled in some of the backstory of the wolf, Caiaphas, who attempted to assert herself into Raven's seat at the helm. She had come with young pups (something the previous generation of Redhawks never would have allowed) and now she thought the leadership was weakened. She spoke of weak leadership, and yet Phox saw two strong leaders standing tall and proud before him. Even if his wet nurse/sister was nowhere to be found, it made no sense that this wolf should assume the position—especially without the blessing of the current leadership.

But alas, the Mu did not speak. He stood beside Towhee, bracing himself for whatever (or whoever) might come next.