Redhawk Caldera contains zero juice

"How does it feel to be home?"

Phox looked toward Ruenna, a wolf who had come in and out of his life more times than he could recall. They seemed to cross paths often, and now he found himself under her leadership. Ah, how the turn tables. Not that Phox was fussed. It felt as though every time he ascended into leadership, things went to hell. At first, the demise of Asterism Grove, and later, the disappearance of Niamh. No matter what he did, things always crashed down around him as soon as he put on that proverbial leadership hat.

How did it feel to be home?

It's, ah... good, he said. There was much about the caldera that had changed in his absence. Towhee had a new batch of kids, Fennec had a kid, Phox technically had two, although he was fairly certain Vesper wasn't ready to discuss or have any part in that. Time. Phox had to keep reminding himself.

How about you? How've things been? Last time he'd seen Ruenna, he'd been on his way to fetch some things for Fennec. That felt like a lifetime ago.