Fox's Glade you’ll need not ask me for more

He usually doesn't go this far, He says with a frown, nose to the ground as he leads @The Wayfarer to his friend. They've left the hills behind, and trees surround them now; trees, and the scents of many wolves. It makes him nervous. He doesn't think of Phillip as the most capable wolf, though most of the time he at least seems smart enough to avoid danger. Now, though, he isn't so sure.
Thankfully, the figure he spots alongside his friend in the distance seems as small and youthful as Phillip himself. And it doesn't look like he's getting eaten — so it's probably fine. I guess he found someone too, He says, glancing toward Demon. His pace quickens slightly, and when they're close enough, he calls out. Phillip! I brought a — a new friend. This is — Demon, he almost says, but he realizes immediately that he can't introduce him as that. His voice drops so only the wolf at his side can hear him. Uh, what's your name?