Heron Lake Plateau wuornos

She jumped, and Phox winced with a sheepish smile. He had not meant to startle her, but that seemed inevitable. Poor Camilla was clearly traumatized by whatever had happened to her out there. From what he could tell, she had been treated like dirt before coming into the Redhawk fold. Hopefully she would never have to be treated like that again. Phox certainly did feel like her knight in shining armor, and it was a very, very good feeling. He was wanted, needed even, and it was a stark contrast to the cool way that Towhee regarded him most of the time. She was slowly warming up to him, but it wasn’t the same as it was with Camilla. Camilla had no doubts about him. She trusted him completely, and he relished the feeling.

Her nose against his cheek was a welcome gesture, and he returned the greeting by licking her ear a single time. If she had been the more verbal sort, he probably would have greeted her with words rather than woofs and body language. Alas, it seemed he was closest friends with a deaf and a mute. What luck he had. Maybe Camilla would benefit from learning ptero at some point or another. Learning something new might even boost her confidence, and she’d be better integrated into the pack if she learned it, considering most of them ended up “speaking” it... sometimes without even realizing it.

Phox sniffed the air, then the ground, picking up on the smell he assumed she had been tracking. Figuring this was a good opportunity, he signed and spoke at the same time: Hunt?