Golden Glade Restless

That was good to hear. Phox wasn't particularly close with Wildfire, but she was family, and he did care about her. To her question, he nodded. All hunky dory. Okay, not exactly, but close enough. Nothing was ever one hundred percent okay at the Redhawks, but something told him that wasn't really what Wraen was talking about. In any case, they weren't here for small talk. At least, that's not why Phox was out here.

Up ahead, he said in a lower tone, motioning to the herd of about five deer hanging out. There was a single smaller deer in the herd, and he glanced at Wraen, wondering if she saw it, too.