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They needed to move on. Towhee wasn't here, and it wasn't likely she would come here at this point. Phox picked a direction and began heading that way. @Peregrine was never far behind, though Phox had lost sight of him for the time being. It was hard to believe all that had happened was nine months ago. Hard to believe things were normal or something like it a year ago.

The afternoon had the grouse out and about, and Phox took his time stalking one for awhile, creeping carefully and as quietly as he could through the crunch of the snow. When the time was right, he pounced on his prey, ending the bird's life as quickly and painlessly as possible. The Redhawk wasted no time tearing into the bird as he made a meal for himself. Whatever he didn't eat, he'd save for Peregrine.