Sun Mote Copse He said I'm fabulously rich

It was easy for him to brood, and get lost in his own thoughts. He asked himself question after question, but found himself finding absolutely no answers. He was just beginning to fall into a slump, then, when Phox's voice surprised him out of his mind fog, drawing him away from the questions that mulled around in his head. He gestured for Phox to join him, but didn't raise his voice to call him over. Instead, he relied on Ptero, and signed -Hunting partridges- as a silent explanation for why he didn't reply. 

He lowered his muzzle again. Like Phox, he'd been concentrating on catching food, and replacing his mother as a guardian around the borders. He'd also been thinking about approaching Wraen for more lessons on how to be a leader- but found he simply wasn't in the mood for that, right now. All he wanted was to just keep doing what he was doing- even if it was his dedication to his pack which had made him a not-so-ideal adventure partner, in Fennec's eyes.