Northstar Vale I don't know many, but I know enough

Phox wasn't much use as a guardian with a big chunk of himself missing, but he couldn't help but be curious when he saw somebody lingering at Epoch's borders. Technically, he didn't have the seniority to make any decisions about such things, but hey, it wouldn't hurt to talk to the locals, even if they weren't Epochians. (Yes, he was going with that for their collective name, no matter how absurd it sounded.) It was better than "Morons," which was his head-canon for what folks in Mereo were called.

She(?!) seemed rather content where she was, and Phox bounced along until he was close enough for conversation. Howdy there. This is Epoch, and I'm Phox Redhawk. Can I help ya with anything? he asked, his tail relaxed, resting gently against his one rear leg.