Heron Lake Plateau that was pretty bad ass until it wasn't.

Little shits think you can just WALTZ OUT OF HERE???

Phox had spent the past two weeks coming to terms with Camilla's death and what it meant for him, Towhee, Fig, and Fennec. The kids were too young to understand, but one day he would explain what had happened. He would probably consult Raven (and/or Finley) on how to do that, considering they had been the ones to break the news to him and his siblings about their parents.

The Gamma had been napping comfortably, but he awoke due to the lack of warmth along one side, which could only mean one thing. Instead of stopping them, though, Phox watched carefully as the two pups propelled themselves toward the den entrance. He wondered if they would actually try and escape, or if they would get to the mouth and stop on their own. If the former happened, he would step in, but otherwise he was content to watch from where he was lying.