Cedar Sweep Must be nice

Phox was still plenty uncomfortable in his own skin, but he was attempting to distract himself with some hunting. The fox he'd been tracking for the past hour or so wasn't too far off, he thought, and he was planning on bringing it home for the kids (assuming he was lucky enough to catch it). It was getting late, far past his bedtime, and he couldn't help but glance up at the night sky. Sagittarius and Scorpio were hanging out together, and he offered them a passing glance before resuming his main task.

The trail was clear enough, and he thought it was fresh enough, but he really had gotten carried away. Before long, Phox had gotten well out of grove territory and into the cedar forest between his own pack and Raven's. Not that he was paying much attention to all that, although it did faintly register in the back of his mind.