Heron Lake Plateau always time for second guesses

Safe and sound, at least for the moment. As the hours had passed and they had made their way back to Redhawk territory, Phox had become less worried about whatever stalker she had gotten herself. He still wasn’t quite clear on the details, but he did not need to be. She was scared, so he helped her to safety. Or at least what he assumed was safety. Hopefully this wouldn’t blow up in his face with Towhee running down and ripping them both to pieces.

Camilla thanked him, which he did appreciate. She had been stone silent during their trip, and he had not pressed her for more information. Whatever was going on, she was clearly traumatized and he really wasn’t sure how to deal with that sort of thing. He hoped that somebody in the Redhawk ranks would know what to do. Camilla’s next actions were confusing, if not a bit awkward.

Phox had—at some point—been taught about the birds and the bees. He had even come quite close to sealing the deal while he’d been away from home. But something had held him back, so he had not gone through with it. He was not sure that she was offering what he thought she was offering, so he pushed that thought aside and responded assuming more innocent intentions. I am happy to be home, he replied. I’ll be happier if Niamh and Quixote decide to let you stay.

The yearling had no deep attachment to her, but he knew he couldn’t just leave her out there. He’d had to try, so that was exactly what he was doing. He stepped beside her so that they were shoulder-to-shoulder, took a deep breath, then called for @Niamh and/or @Quixote.