Shadewood Tight rope

Another Me thread?! Heck yeah! ^__^

He was approached by a rather floofy looking cream wolf with that trademark Blackthorn stripe running down her back. Had he not grown up around the family, it would have meant nothing to him. But he had seen that telltale mark on several wolves in Redhawk, and it was as recognizable to him as his own siblings. He blinked at her, ready to mention as much, but she beat him to the greeting and followed it up with a rather amusing (to him) question, asking if he was a friend of himself.

Some days, I’m not sure, he admitted with a slightly sad smile. Are you friends with yourself? he asked with the corner of one side of his mouth turned him in the smallest grin. She looked older... perhaps even older than Finley, and she was rather... round. It reminded Phox of his younger days when he was on the fat side and had worried about his own weight. He had eventually grown out of that stage and into what he was now. The months of being on his own probably helped with that, too.

You’re a Blackthorn, aren’t you? Finley’s got the same stripe. Perhaps if it was another group of Blackthorns settling nearby, they would not have as much trouble with them. Maybe it would not be an issue at all. If it was family, who was to say they could not live close and come to an agreement about who would hunt where. Then again, perhaps this was an estranged family member that Finley was not so keen on. Phox could not keep track of her extended family anymore than he could keep track of his own. He knew he had some nieces and nephews up north, although he couldn’t remember if he had actually ever met them. He did, however, remember his older sister Wildfire who had stayed with the Redhawks for a time.