Bramblepoint This is growing up

Phox meandered outside the caldera's borders today. He was mildly curious about the pack that his daughters and stepson had joined. Maybe he should have known more about it, but he only had the vague sense that Hydra's son led it and... well, that was about it. Was there more to it? And what about the woman who lived at Moonspear who had been teaching Fennec about medicine and such? She seemed to be giving enough to lend a few herbs to the Redhawks, so that was nice, but Phox felt like he should know more about the two packs that were considered sisters to Redhawk Caldera.

One way to do that was to linger in one of the two territories between his home and theirs. That was where he found himself today, stopping intermittently to sniff at some scent trail or scratch at something interesting in the dirt. Since the three packs were so close, he was bound to run into one of them at some point, right? And if not, he would have at least done a little bit of exploring and stretched his legs.

Speaking of stretching, he slapped his front paws on a nearby tree, using it to stretch his back. Phox yawned, wondering how long he should lurk around here before he headed back home. Probably not too long. Niamh would be waiting.