Golden Glade Astronomy will now be conducting stargazing sessions only with blindfolds

Thanks for starting this. :)

Since he'd been back, Phox hadn't left the Firebirds. Today, however, he was feeling a little bit frisky, so he set out toward what used to be the Frosthawks. They had long since moved on, and he remembered that day when he'd met Rannoch here. He'd been angry, and it took him a moment to remember why. Raven had changed her name. She tossed the Redhawk name aside and replaced it with a new one. Even now, Phox was still a smidge bitter about it, although he knew there was no use in trying to persuade her to reclaim the title that they had been born with.

Phox watched as, up ahead, a dark wolf who could have doubled as Raven sniffed at the ground. Ever willing to join in such things, the Redhawk quickened his uneven pace a notch. Find something? he asked, taking a whiff of the air from a few feet away. Phox wasn't quite close enough to smell it, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try.