Shimmering Sands Could be happy

Frolic; cute. And that made the dark wolf Quellcrist Mayfair. Phox felt like that second name should have had some meaning, but if it did, the memories were long gone. Maybe it was just one of the common surnames around these parts. In any case, it didn't sway Phox's attention away from Frolic too much. When she began to ask why he looked like [blank], Phox assumed she was going to ask why he looked like a fox. Instead, she went with a frowny face and a paw scratching at her eyes.

Oh, he replied, frowning even more. Friend trouble. Nothing exciting. Yep, definitely not exciting or worth talking about. Phox returned his gaze to the otter, giving it a curious look. How did you... acquire Frolic? Was that even the right way to phrase it? Is he your friend, or...? The specifics were beyond Phox. X had been around, but she'd always sorta done her own thing, just relaying messages when needed. Sorry, my name's Phox Redhawk. My sister, Towhee, she used to have a hawk that helped her; that's why I'm so curious about Frolic there.