Golden Glade the escape

Phox felt like his face was going to fatigue forever with how much he was scrunching his brow together. His concern was evident, and he visually scanned the area again, seeking out any signs of her would-be follower. He found none, but she seemed certain he was around, and he did not have a reason to distrust her.

I can take you to safety, he offered. He did not think that Towhee would approve in any sense of the word, but he had been on the other side. Perhaps not frightened like the girl who stood before him, but he had been in need and other wolves had taken him in. The least he could do was attempt to do the same for her. Maybe Niamh would be more accepting of the idea. He could not be sure about Quixote or the others, but he could try.

At the very least, Phox could take her near the plateau and keep her safe there. He would not shirk his duty to the Redhawks, but he thought he could do both if it came right down to it.