Golden Glade I think I'm moving but I go nowhere

Luckily for the wolf now on her back and spitting apologies, it had been Wildfire and Phox and not Towhee standing over her right now. Phox had a feeling his sister would have been much less lenient about this kind of situation. Alas, Phox had been a loner for long enough to have some empathy for her side of things, so he smoothed his ruffled fur out a bit and put on a more neutral expression. Wildfire did not seem particularly irked by the thing, which probably helped him reign in whatever instincts had been kicked into drive.

Good, he replied simply. We can't support another mouth, so you'd best be moving along. Considering all the new faces that had joined up with them, Phox thought this to be true. With pups right around the corner, he did not wish to over-hunt the area with so many wolves among them. He glanced briefly at Wildfire, wondering if she had anything else to add to the mix.