Heron Lake Plateau wuornos

She moved on her own terms, and Phox was glad to see her breaking out of her shell just a tiny bit. He had a feeling it would be a long, slow process, but he was a patient wolf (for what reason is entirely up to the reader). Maybe all those years dealing with a deaf sister had actually given him some valuable skills. As he watched her, he noted not only her brief confidence, but the fact that she was... what was the word for it. She had a quality he had only ever associated with Towhee before. But that didn't make any sense, because Camilla and Towhee were two very different wolves.

This puzzled him. How were they alike in any way? His brow furrowed as he tried to come up with an explanation, but nothing surfaced. He was in the dark on this, and he could not figure out what was going on inside that pea brain of his. Whatever it was, it was interrupted by Camilla approaching him, touching him briefly only to wander off again in search of their prey. Shaking his head (and his neck and then his whole body and his tail), he tried to forget about the feeling and focus on the task at hand: tracking down a meal.