Hideaway Strath Emotional tourism

He was still itchy, but at this point, he'd kinda gotten used to it. Phox still stopped more than usual to scratch and roll around, but at least he could focus enough to check the caches. Their bounty from their first hunt as a pack had been plentiful, and it looked like it was still holding up well. Phox lifted his leg near one of the less full stores, marking it for good measure against any predators who might think it wise to come mess with their stash.

Onto the next! He jogged along, his mind wandering about as willy-nilly as his feet. So far, things in the grove had gone rather smoothly, but he was already bracing himself for the next upset. Phox knew from his two plus years on this earth that things rarely stayed quiet for long. (Besides, where would the entertainment in that be?)