Sun Mote Copse Fairest of the seasons

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Phox seemed fairly optimistic about leaving for the Caldera, which had seemed to Niamh, a suitable home for them. It would be far enough away from the Kingslend wolves and the new pack that had moved into the Strath, so that they would not need to compete amongst themselves for food when the winter made prey scarce. She'd also leapt to the conclusion that if the Kingslend wolves got cozy with the new pack, the Firebirds might find themselves cornered and ousted from their comfortable coop before winter even began. She kept those paranoid thoughts to herself, but was grateful that the opportunity to relocate had come up so that she wouldn't have to share that, or face that becoming a reality.

Of course, Phox had Niamh's ear as soon as he mentioned food, and digging up their caches for a feast. Immediately, she began to try and plan out where her caches were, and what she'd tucked away. She felt certain that the majority of it was small things- rabbits, pheasants and creatures of that size- and that she could make it all disappear and leave nothing behind for the scavengers who might inevitably search through their former claim for any tidbits left over. As a selfish wolf, she didn't want to leave anything behind.

“I like that idea,” She said, licking her chops. When he brought the kids up, she sniffed. She'd be given Primrose and Alyx, and she grimaced slightly. Both of them presented a potential challenge. Alyx might not want to move further away from Rusalka even if it meant that she would be at least going somewhere, and moving to a new place, and eventually she'd get the permission to travel to and from the Glen on her own so she could visit Meerkat and Bronco, and maybe make some new friends there. Prim she could generally handle- though she wasn't sure if she had completelly quelled his desire to fit in with the Kingslend wolves. So long as Prim had no intentions of fraternizing with them anymore, she figured he'd be easy enough to handle. So she nodded; but in case they did decide to be too much, she shrugged. “If they're both pills and Quetzal won't shut up, I'm sure we can pawn one of them off on Towhee, and just take one apiece,” She said with a soft laugh.

She'd forgotten about Towhee's conversation with Hydra, and her ears perked. “Oh! I wonder what Hydra had to say about Towhee an' finding a baby-daddy,” She said. “Also- is it bad that I don't want to let the Kingslend wolves know we're moving? I'd just as soon ghost them and not give them any indication of where we're going or when.”