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The good, long nap was ever-so-satisfying. When he awoke, Towhee had wandered off. Probably to go make kissy faces at Maxim or something equally silly. Or maybe she had actual things she was supposed to do around here. Which begged the question: what was Phox's role here? His sister hadn't mentioned anything particular about the pack, but he vaguely remembered that it was meant to be different from Mereo.

Perhaps one of the other locals would know. Phox pushed his front half up, then—after two attempts—managed to get his one back leg under his hips. It was always the most difficult right after he'd woken up. For some reason, this new configuration made his whole back leg go numb when he slept, and it wasn't until he was awake and trying to move around that he regained feeling in it.

He peered around with his one good eye, looking for signs of life or movement.