Hideaway Strath Get busy livin'

Forwarded to the 6th.

Now that they were more or less settled, Phox felt good about things. The pups were napping safely at the rendezvous site, Towhee was off doing her thing, and Phox was wearily beginning the most arduous task of marking the borders. A few paces, stop, pee, repeat. This would go on for hours, he imagined but it wasn't the most difficult thing to do. He wanted to make sure that this claim was well-marked and nobody would consider crashing through it once it was finished.

In the meantime, he wondered how to go about recruiting. Was he supposed to go on missions for that sort of thing? For as long as he could remember, wolves had always come to the Redhawks, not the other way around. But this wasn't the Redhawks. This was Asterism Grove. Perhaps they would need to change their strategy. Or maybe not. Only time would tell.