Sun Mote Copse Fairest of the seasons

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When Phox mentioned Figment potentially taking over another sister-pack, her ears perked. It felt like they already had several sister-packs, though it wasn't exactly an over-crowding issue, nor was it a bad thing to have so many allies. She hummed softly, trying to imagine Figment as an alpha. If nothing else, she saw Figment as being a younger version of Phox, in that he was mild-mannered and civil, and had turned out pretty well. He'd never made any bold strokes in their politics from what she could remember, and he'd done an amazing job of being a good brother, especially to Fennec.

“Figment, eh?” She asked, though her tone was optimistic. “I could see that. Though we may want to keep an eye on the prey situation, especially in the winter, before we go branching out again,” She said. Of course, she always had her concerns about food, especially when it meant that famine could cause them to branch out for bigger hunting grounds. “Otherwise, it's four sister-packs within a couple days travel of each other...If I was a deer, I wouldn't hang around.” She said, and stretched. “But that's why we should be grateful that deer are stupid. Maybe they won't figure it out.”