Hideaway Strath Itchy and scratchy show

She had agreed to comply with Towhee's terms. The first being to seek out her brother who led alongside her. A wolf by the name of Phox. The tundra mix had only glimpsed the shadowy male in passing. With the pack newly formed and now solidly established, everyone was understandably busy.

Herself included. She was on the hunt for an ideal spot all to herself. A private nook where she could retreat to, when she felt it necessary to meditate. She was hopeful the site, when she found it, could also serve as the beginning of a medicinal den as she worked on expanding her knowledge on herbs. 

Her pale form littered with grays, creams and soft wisps of sandy hues, flitted through a semi open patch of trees. Through the leafy canopy the sunlight filtered down, creating a dappled effect. She smiled faintly, jade eyes bright. This just might do nicely. But before she could consider investigating, a dark form caught her eye. Phox. And he appeared to be enjoying himself immensely, using a tree as a scratching post. She cleared her throat, taking a single step, a soft brow raised. "Everything alright? This summer heat can be quite the nuisance."