Sun Mote Copse Werewolf woods wailings.

Phox hoped that his help had been... well helpful in Moontide. He had filled them in on the herd locations nearby, and it would be up to them to do the hunting—something that really wasn't his strong suit these days. It really wasn't even speed anymore, as he'd mostly adapted to that. It was his balance that really threw things off and made it dangerous for him. He'd taken enough spills now to know what his limitations were, and tight turns and jumping were essentially out of the question.

After a brief visit to Moonspear's borders—where he gave his condolences to Sialuk—she let him know that Njord and Meerkat had headed to Sun Mote Copse. It seemed an obvious place to head next, so he did just that. He tried to remember the last time he'd been here. It had to have been literal years between the last time he was here and now.

Everywhere he went, he felt like Niamh's ghost was there to haunt him. First the island, now here.

It didn't take long to find Towhee, the strong smell of border markings leading the way as he came from the north. He hopped his way up ahead of her, making a wide arc until he came up perpendicular to her right side. The trees were in full autumn-phase, but something about everything made him feel like this place was just... so haunted.

He slowed, stopped, then sat down so he could properly sign. -Hey, sis. Sialuk told me about Meerkat and Njord moving back to the old stomping grounds.-