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Phox noted an intruder's scent while making his rounds this morning, and his lip curled back into a snarl. It was true that their claim here was fairly recent, but only a real idiot would waltz in to a territory so clearly marked. Not only that, but a thin trail of blood followed the path that the interloper had blazed. Phox's hackles raised along his spine, and soon he was pounding his feet against the earth in search of whoever had decided to make this mistake.

Though he did not have the same mercenary experience as his sister, Phox protected his home when needed, and this was one of those times. The white creature was heading downward, and Phox began to sprint down the slopes he had grown up on, a fierce growl unleashed on the trespasser.