Hideaway Strath Get busy livin'

Leen didn’t care much for names. His meant something about reading, his mother born from the deep south gave it to him. He only found names useful for identification. Rock, river, Phox. Just a word to use in conversation to give reference. 

The answer was simple. Everyone wanted a safe home for their kids and Leen had a momentary panic he’d be stuck in another boring pack where he didn’t particularly belong. Though, what came next almost settled his thoughts. The kid was blind. His lips pursed, running back to his earlier thought that these kids were from an incestual lineage. Even so, Phox wanted them safe. Leen respected that. Perhaps he could get a better orientation of why Fennec was blind to add to his experience and knowledge. 

“You’re brave too, I see.” He commented waywardly, half in reference to the scar that ran down his face. “I think this a good opportunity. Something big.”