Dragoncrest Cliffs Tired, Hungry, Violent

The warm weather was coming to an end. Phobos could feel it in the way his bones ached and see it in how his fur had begun to grow out. He knew that his health would soon be in decline.

But work had to be done, and so out from his den he emerged to begin what would likely be a day of collecting the remaining herbs before more began to die out. He planned to stay within Sapphique territory this time, for he feared that the Montagne wolves would return should he leave.

He did what he could not to think of that encounter - he refused to speak of it outside of the den himself and Pepper shared.

It was best to leave such things behind.