Fox's Glade does that secret handshake include me?

A dark form materialized amidst the trees, and Phocion found himself staring at a burly brown male, his golden eyes aglow in the dim light. He nodded at his question, a small smile playing over his muzzle.

"Nice to meet you, neighbor," he shot back, his tone easy-going. "You are from Easthollow, right?" The scents he had detected on Valette also clung to this man's pelt, along with other, curious smells--children, probably the alpha female's, and something more faint, more musky. . .

He pulled his eyes downward for a moment, afraid he was staring too intently. He tended to do that, to scrutinize others too close for comfort, when his mind was wandering.