Hideaway Strath Get busy livin'

Leen laughed with amusement and wonder.
"You'll make a good leader Phox. I'm Leen." He looked to the sky for a moment in wonder. This Phox dude knew his shit, not jumping the gun to let a stranger into his family. 

He'd not taken to a liking to the other familial packs he meandered past. Why?
He thought he was just going to keep meandering, for a start. Thought he'd not be welcome into them. Perhaps this interaction proved his presumptions. Over his years of collecting information and storing them in his extensive knowledge of pack life -- for he'd lived with many -- he was rarely far from his hypothesis.

For half a moment, the name Redhawk kindled something in the Chroniclers mind but that file was buried deep under many others that were more prominent. Perhaps they were just an extensive and scattered family with many half relations. He mentally shrugged, gliding over his thoughts, living in the present.
"Seeing as we'll take this slow, tell me more about what you seek to build here."