Sun Mote Copse Ten thousand hours and ten thousand more.

Towhee must not have seen him speak, and Sundance seemed too distracted to answer his question. Apparently she had made it here at one point, but had recently gone off the radar. A part of Phox felt a tiny bit responsible, but what could he have done? He had been busy recovering with the Frosthawks, and he wasn't much use as a scout these days with a bum leg. But perhaps they could at least alert the pack to Dorea's absence and keep an eye out for her.

-Is it possible she took a trip to the Firebirds? Or maybe just went on a scouting mission?- Phox spoke as well as signed so Towhee could more easily follow. He couldn't remember if Dorea had been interested in scouting previously. Surely she knew of the Firebirds, so maybe she'd wanted to dip out unnoticed and take some time to... who knows? Phox was just trying to think of all the good scenarios right now.

After a little bit of back-and-forth, they all came to the realization that Dorea really missing. Phox, being mostly useless to the conversation, came away from it feeling more downtrodden than he had anticipated.