Golden Glade the escape

The herd would have to wait for another day. He had a feeling that this—whoever she was—would not survive long on her own, especially if somebody was after her. Perhaps it was naive to offer her a refuge when he knew next to nothing about her, but Phox wasn’t sure what else he was supposed to do. He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her out here alone. Phox had spent so long on his own, and he knew what that had been like. Doing that with an added threat seemed like it would have made it even worse.

My name’s Phox, he said, beckoning her to follow him back toward the plateau. He hesitated for a few steps, then added, Phox Redhawk. He wasn’t sure if Towhee would be too pleased about him using that name, but since he had settled back in, it made the most sense. He was a Redhawk in blood, and now he was part of the pack named the Redhawks. His sister could not expect to keep the name from him forever, and he did not know how else to introduce himself.

What’s your name? he asked, eyes focused more on the world around them than the frightened girl. If she was being followed, and she did not want to be, Phox would have to be ready to react quickly.