Redhawk Caldera Stay useless

He bristled when an unfamiliar adult approached him, but once he realized this was just another one of the "Fen wolves" as Raven had called them, he relaxed. According to all the adults he knew and trusted, these wolves could be trusted, too. Towhee didn't seem to think so, but Phox knew she was going to have a harder time getting along with them. They didn't even speak her language like the rest of the Redhawk wolves did.

"Uh-huh," he replied, then realized he was probably supposed to give his name, too. "I'm Phox." He knew now that he had been named after his mother, and he was happy that he at least had that to remember her by... not that he remembered her. He only knew what his guardians had told him. She had been small, fierce, and very, very driven. In fact, it seemed like Towhee had gotten all her traits.

"You know about the Zodiac? Raven's been teachin' me."