Emberwood hellbender

Huh. A lifer of a single pack. Phox couldn't remember the last time he met one of those. Most the folks he met these days had bounced around quite a bit. He himself had lost track of how many packs he'd been a part of in this winding, wandering life. He scarcely remembered his birth place, the caldera. There was the pack he'd started on his own and led for a brief time. There were other brief stints here and there, like the time spent in the copse, the time with Germanicus, and so on. His most recent had been with Moonspear, and he had only been there because he'd followed Towhee there who had in turn followed Meerkat there.

There was also the mystery of where Maxim had gone. He'd had such a good thing going with Towhee. Phox could only imagine that the worst had happened to him. He couldn't imagine him leaving willingly. That was one of those things that would forever and always bother him on some level.

Masque more or less warned him off of Redtail Rise, which was duly noted by Phox.

I'm not a particularly strong hunter these days, for obvious reasons, but my tracking skills haven't been affected. I typically hunt things that are already dead, he admitted with a chuckle.