Redsand Canyon we're the flagship of peace and prosperity

Intent on going it alone, as he had for the entirety of his survival thus far, Glaukos was dismayed when the familiar silhouette of Germanicus made itself known. He chuffed lowly, watching the man drift nearer, and eased the tension from his shoulders some; he may have thought lowly of the man, but he was still the imperator.

I've spotted several adults and some of their children, he did not know the exact number, or the terms used for kits and vixens and the like. The boy was frowning at the tunnels that he could not reach, as that was where he'd most often spied upon the creatures. They were within my reach before and have since retreated deeper.

Glaukos did not want to make it known he was inept in any way, but he knew his limits when it came to the canyon walls, and the way they undulated too close for his own comfort. He would not be able to delve deeper to get the job done, or he'd be stuck.

More of them than us, I'd wager. That was his assumption; either that or he'd counted the same fox more than once, which was equally valid.