Hideaway Strath Taco time

That was a bit worrisome. Phox couldn't remember the last time he'd met a wolf who didn't have a place to go. Oh wait, yes he did. Camilla. Oof. This is not the time for feelings, Phox. Focus! But seriously, the last thing he needed was another lost and confused wolf with a crazed murderous bastard after her. The Redhawk tried not to jump to those conclusions, and he took a deep breath to try and calm his mind. Something about these late night hours got him in a weird mood. The lack of sleep probably wasn't helping, either.

This is Asterism Grove, he replied, knowing that probably wouldn't ring a bell, since he and Towhee had named it. Do you want to stay here? he asked before immediately backtracking, worried she might think he was being forward. What I mean is... you can rest here for the night if you'd like. Had he been a better recruiter, he might have taken this opportunity to suggest she stay for good. Unfortunately, that wasn't something Phox excelled at.