Hideaway Strath Why boys snore

Set for the evening of the 9th, since I don't have a thread on that day (yet).

Phox piddled (in more ways than one) along the outer ridge of the rendezvous site. This was where he wanted their scent to be strongest, and he didn't feel like venturing out any further right now. They'd managed to pick up another recruit: Dingo, and Phox had thought he was fine. Vetted by Towhee, so how bad could he possibly be? In a matter of days, it seemed as though their small clan was growing. He could only hope that they could keep up the momentum.

Stepping up on a log, he surveyed the rendezvous site, watching Fig and Fennec interact in whatever way they were doing. The Redhawk smiled, glad that they had made this move. Even though both Towhee and Fennec were struggling a bit, he still felt this was for the best. All that bullshit tension had washed away the moment they'd come here (at least for him), and he was happier for it.

A sudden movement caught his eye, and before long, Phox was chasing down a squirrel to its untimely demise. No time like the present to start building up those caches.