Hideaway Strath Hold on, stop, look whats that sound?

Ah yes, a howl! And it sounded familiar. That was a good sign, although Phox couldn't quite place the voice, it was nice to know that their claim was working, one way or another. No more randos wandering in wondering why the wolves roaming here were so territorial. Their claim was solid, and there was no more questioning whether or not they were "official."

Phox arrived just moments after Dingo began yelling at Rye (*that* was why the voice had sounded familiar), and he couldn't help but be pleased at the way Dingo guarded their home. Still, Rye was a friend, and Phox knew he intended to leave the Frosthawks to come stay here instead.

Dingo, Figment, chill, Phox said, taking a step in front of them, and trying to bring a sense of calm to the situation. This is Rye; he's from one of our sister packs, the Frosthawks. Hopefully that would get both of them to take a step back and calm down. No need in starting fights with no merit. How's it going, Rye? he asked, Come to visit Towhee? Phox gave him an obvious wink-wink-nudge-nudge.