Blacktail Deer Plateau rolling rock

With Atticus in some kind of... living death, Fox worried that it might spread to others. She had already been watching Peregrine and Osprey closely, since they had spent the most time with him. There was Blue Willow, too, although Fox tended to keep her distance from the Alpha. Fox even tried to determine if she was somehow losing herself, and she wondered if perhaps it was all in Atticus's head. Maybe the living death was nothing more than some serious trauma that he could not bear to comprehend.

Fox's eyes darted to a crunching of ground debris, and she quickly spotted one of her newfound pack-mates. "Anything out there?" the girl asked, and Fox shook her head. “No threats to speak of.” Of course, Fox knew that there were threats further away than her eyes could see. She considered The Sunspire to be one of them. Idly, she wondered if the creek would be considered a threat now... or if the creek now considered the plateau to be some kind of threat. Had Bazi even told them where she had gone? Fox turned her attention back to the conversation at hand.

“Since I’m sure you already know who I am, may I get your name?” she asked. Fox couldn't remember if the girl had been at the announcement meeting or not, but she assumed so. If not, surely the news had spread by other means.