Heron Lake Plateau theodore rex

Phox shrugged, then realizing that would probably not be a satisfactory answer, he put in a, You and I have got plenty of years, comment. That seemed to soothe the kid, and when Phox looked back up, he'd vanished. The Redhawk figured the younger wolf just wasn't that interested in what had killed the rabbit. Phox continued to study it, eventually deciding it was just old age that had caused the bun-bun to perish. A second later, he heard a shout from... well, probably the younger wolf he'd just been talking to.

He didn't hesitate to lurch forward, the smell of the stranger overpowering everything else. Phox had never been a particularly brave wolf, but seeing a pack mate in danger was different from thinking about them being in danger. All caution thrown to the wind, Phox launched himself at the attacker, jaws wide as he tried to divert the creatures attention from the Blackthorn.

Those last words sure were going to be ironic, depending on this outcome.