Hideaway Strath Taco time

Quite okay!

Instead of the voices of Towhee, Leen, Dingo, Ruenna, or one of his two children came a very dainty soft voice of a stranger. Phox paused, then turned to see the bright white of her coat against the dark of the forest. Her markings were strange, but no stranger than anything else Phox had seen in his time on this earth, so he didn't make a fuss over it. Maybe he should have considered her a threat, but it was well past his bedtime, so that thought didn't even occur to him.

I think so, he replied with a furrowed brow. How would he know if he were dreaming? Typically, he couldn't hear the wolves in his dreams. They didn't make words. Are you awake? he asked.