Heron Lake Plateau If you get lost you can always be found

Phox was actually heading back home after keeping tabs on one of the nearby herds when he heard an unfamiliar voice rise up from where he was headed. Curious, and because he was close enough by and already on his way there, he picked up his pace and began to gallop toward the stranger’s call, feeling the chill of the air whip around his silvery black coat. He was no guardian, and he held no authority when it came to making decisions regarding joiners, but he figured it didn’t matter.

What he did worry was that it was one of Camilla’s pursuers, which quickened his pace even more. The thought of that brought a special kind of heat into his chest that he wasn’t sure he had ever felt aside from thinking of Towhee. The wolf he spotted was bright red, and at it appeared as though whoever it was wasn’t trespassing. That was a relief, but he still couldn’t be sure it wasn’t Camilla’s former torturer until he got closer.

He made a wide arc around the wolf, then looped back so that he would be facing them head-on. As he drew closer, he tested the air and found that it was no male, which left him with a giant sense of relief. It was not Camilla’s stalker seeking her out. She had made it clear it was a male, and this was clearly a female. Phox slowed his pace, still keeping a good six feet between him and the stranger just in case she tried to pull a fast one on him.

A leader should be here shortly, but we can get the basics out of the way. What’s your business here? Who she was didn’t really matter until he knew what she wanted.