Shadewood Hey now put your hands in the air

It would happen that the older male had come to see what a Phex had been up to as of late. Following the scent trail, Cry had spotted the bright orange and white parched sunburst through the heavy trees, and he was interested in how she had been getting on with her living situation. He and Gwen had gotten their own together, and clearly it was much more effective with two pairs of paws than one, and while he had a separate den he had made before Gwen had come, the Phantom couldn’t help but wonder if Phex had needed some help with her own. Rather than asking outright, as he neared, he offered the hardworking youth a warm greeting.

”Good morning.” That was all the man could give her- else he would overstep and ask to help her make her own den. 
He wasn’t very fond of seeing any of his family struggle.