Grouse Thicket there and back again

If there were any signs to pick up on, they were lost on Phox. He saw only a healthy-looking wolf before him who was friendly enough to greet him. The Redhawk sized him up visually, wondering if he might be a good addition to the Firebirds, even though ambassador wasn't really in his title. They weren't hurting for bodies, and it was quite likely there would be more little bodies running around in just two turns of the moon. The Firebirds could afford to be picky about who they attempted to recruit, and Phox knew that, so he didn't jump right into that whole spiel like he'd done many times during his own time as a leader.

Hey, Phox greeted back. He realized that there wasn't much to work with, conversation-wise with a complete stranger, and he stood there a bit awkwardly trying to decide if it was even worth starting up with the small talk. Have you seen any signs of large game out here today? he asked, deciding that he might at least get something useful out of this interaction if he could. Even if this guy had a clue about where the herds might have gone in the most general sense, it might help his small self-driven quest to find them.