Golden Glade Restless

Somebody approached, and Phox bristled for a brief moment before deciding she wasn't a threat. Not only that, but she smelled like Wildfire, which meant she was likely part of the Firebirds. That made him feel quite a bit more at ease. She asked if there was anything good, which he could only assume she meant for hunting. -Not yet,- he signed, then remembered that she probably didn't "speak" ptero. Not yet, he repeated, this time in regular ol' verbal language.

I'm Phox. My sister, Wildfire, leads the Firebirds. That's where you're from, right? He certainly could have been mistaken, but he was about ninety-nine percent sure he was correct in that assumption. Still, better to ask than to make assumptions, no matter how sure he was about them.