Redhawk Caldera I turned my face to the highway.

Age. Fox realized after a moment that was what he was really bringing to the table. Peregrine was the oldest of their pack thus far, and he couldn't have been more than three or four years old. Fox, of course, was still quite the young'un, having not even finished her second year in this life. "How old are you?" Fox asked boldly. She had asked the question of Kisu once (during their first and only conversation), and he had seemed ashamed of it. To Fox, age was something to be proud of. It meant you knew how to get by in this world, one way or another.

"And why were you alone for a year?" she questioned further. Had he done something so terrible that nobody could trust him? Perhaps he was an outcast of some sort... and maybe for good reason. The support of a pack was something that Fox had always known she had wanted—needed, even. She'd spent approximately a month traveling from her birth pack to the Teekon Wilds, but other than that, she'd been glued to a pack in one way or another.