Heron Lake Plateau Fortress

Phox needed a break, even if it was a very, very short one. Being glued to Camilla (in more ways that one) was good but exhausting. He had barely eaten or slept since a few days ago, and now he was seeking out a cache. They weren't as full as he had left them a week ago, but that was to be expected with one of their hunters more or less incapacitated. He dug through the thin layer of frozen dirt and snow atop the old kill, pulling out a plump rabbit he had left there some time ago. It wasn't the freshest thing, but it would do.

His head rose when he heard and subsequently Vasa popped out from behind a bush. Phox swallowed the food that was in his mouth before he greeted her. Hey. Vasa, right? He was still working on the names.