Redhawk Caldera I know you

And you, Toad! Phox said.

It seemed like the conversation had come to a close, and Phox wagged his tail, waiting to see if Toad had anything else to say before she headed back to the glen. It was strange to have a family member come out of nowhere, and it had blindsided him to some degree, but from this initial meeting, Phox felt like she was a good representation of what the Redhawks (or Crestwoods, he supposed) strived to be. Friendly, intelligent, and always ready to learn.