Sun Mote Copse Ten thousand hours and ten thousand more.

The sound of a voice from behind cane as a surprise to him, and Sundance halted abruptly to blink curiously over a scrawny grey shoulder. He quietly observed the awkward gait of an approaching adult, one who was obviously not who he was looking for, and felt himself deflate.

He gathered himself swiftly as not to appear too disappointed, turned and loped in Phox' direction to quicker close the distance between them. His former Alpha seemed to be hurting, considering the way he held his leg, but what was more curious was that he... barely seemed to know who he was.

Sundance tilted his velvet ears back a little, recalling how Towhee had took him home to the den she'd shared with her brother and his kids that fateful day following his appearance on the outskirts of their territory. While he hadn't made much of an effort to embrace them with the same warmth that he did Dorea, he felt that Phox was hardly a stranger to him. 

"Yeah," he chirped, opting to play along, "what's up?"