Grouse Thicket there and back again

Hm, no solid answer. Phox's chin jutted out a little, wishing his luck had been better, but he tried not to dwell on it. He smiled amiably at the comment about birds. They'd never been his prey of choice, largely in part to feeling they were smarter and more useful than some of the ground-locked prey. X had certainly served a purpose for Towhee, and Phox still lamented the loss of her.

Yeah, just southeast of here. Little pack by the name of Firebirds. They weren't actually that small these days, but whatever! I noticed some hoof prints and droppings a little ways north about a week ago. I had hoped they'd roamed closer to here, but that doesn't seem to be the case. Eventually, they would find their way back. Somehow the ungulates always managed to do so.