Shimmering Sands Could be happy

Unaware of the scheming wolf and her pet otter, Phox continued to look out at the crashing waves. He wasn't surprised that many packs chose to make their home here; the view was pleasant, even though this particular beach seemed to have been hit with some heavy forces recently. Phox doubted he would ever be comfortable living here, although the respite from the drama back home was certainly welcome. Out here, he could contemplate things, reflect and cool off without the worry of bumping into somebody he knew too well (or so he hoped).

A flock of gulls reeled overhead, and Phox bent his neck up to watch them. Did they fight amongst each other like he and Niamh had? The Redhawk had a hard time believing that they were entirely unintelligent, especially having utilized X so much in the past. It wasn't until he let his gaze fall downward that he noticed the unlikely duo, which immediately reminded him of Towhee and X (RIP in pieces). They were conversing, and Phox lifted his brows at them, wondering what they were talking about. He didn't approach, leaving that up to them if they wished to do so.