Shimmering Sands Could be happy

The question seemed to amuse him, though he quickly corrected her. She wondered what sense he was missing then, though before she could make the joke, he described how exactly the hawk had helped Towhee. That was pretty damn cool. She almost wished she'd raided a hawks' nest and adopted a chick instead, though Q wouldn't trade Frolic for the world. She even reached up a paw and patted at him, still snugly wrapped around her neck.

She concentrated on Phox again as he shared his pack's name and location. His hesitant question made her smile, though the youth quickly shook her head. Although she was definitely intrigued—blind wolves, deaf wolves and wolves who knew the value of a familiar—her loyalty lay elsewhere.

"Nah, I'm actually part of a pack called Seabolt. It's based off an island back that-a-way," Q said, motioning her snout westward. "I'm on a mission," she announced, puffing up her chest self-importantly, mostly jokingly. "I've been tasked with searching for any sign of large game. We haven't seen a single herd since the flood practically wrecked the place in the early fall. The quakes," she explained, since Phox had seemed to know what she was talking about before.