Breeze listened to Wynter as he explained the situation to the best of his knowledge and she nodded gently as she quietly took in all the information before letting her eyes wander across the meadows. She perked her ears and they twitched as he mentioned how it must be different for her having not came from the clans or anything. She pawed at the dirt as she scanned her mind thinking about when she was younger as she zoned out staring out into the meadows. "Yea... I always knew they existed but I never knew they were real. I mean I never saw any so I just kinda assumed it was a myth or fib or something like that." Breeze mumbled. That was one think her mother would have said, Breeze had remembered not long after all her siblings had either froze or starved to death and her mother had wanted to relocate to a 'safer area'. Her mother had been talking to herself with her in her joules saying "can't go that direction there's clans" obviously at the time Breeze being malnourished was more focused on not starving to death than what her mother decided to ramble here and there. Breeze shook her head as she focused back on what was happening currently not having realized that Wynter had stood up and was sitting down closer to her. Breeze looked to him cautiously still unsure if she should really trust a stranger that snuck up on her in the woods but she ignored her cautions and went back to gazing out at the meadows. "So.. you really think your clan is going to approve of a lone fox just.. Observing your clan and learning their ways?" Breeze questioned softly with a definite tone of doubt.

Breeze glanced at Wynter as he spoke and something about his rather unsure tone didn't sound like the best idea. If even he wasn't sure what the pack would do how could she be fully on board with the idea. Besides it all was just really off she didn't feel like she'd fit in and the idea of just waltsing up into a clan that she knows nothing about made her feel rather uneasy. Plus the fact that even Wynter the fox who had suggested the whole idea and wasn't sure if it'd fall through or not made her even more doubtful about the whole ordeal. "You know what they say about assuming.." Breeze muttered lightly as she looked off in the distance before glancing to the male as he rose to his paws and spoke about leaving. Although Breeze had to admit, not being alone with her thoughts for awhile had been kind of nice. The feeling of actually having company was a nice presence that she didn't even know she could feel anymore. She was still on the fishy side about the whole question of being an observer of a pack. "Can't just get an answer when you don't know if they'll even take me." Breeze protested as she watched the fox trot off into the tall grass, watching him disappear. What an odd encounter. She hadn't been in contact with like any animal since her mother left and with the way time passed she couldn't even remember when the last time she had been with her mother was. Maybe it'd be good for her? To be in a clan. To have a place to call home. Somewhere where she could actually sleep soundly and not constantly be on the look out. Breeze was brought back to her current surroundings as her stomach gurgled and pinged her with pain. She had completely forgot her entire purpose of having been scooting toward the clan was to try and locate food to steal or more so borrow but not return. Okay maybe it was stealing. But having looked at Wynter and seeing what a clan fox looks like first hand he didn't look like he was starving. He had looked well fed and nourished something she couldn't really say for herself. It's not like the clan would have missed a singular rabbit or bird or mouse. Breeze stretched out her stiff legs before she sniffed the air while making her way back into the forest of which she had initially came from she didn't want to step on toes if she was to even attempt to observe under that clan and stealing food from their border probably wasn't the best idea on the table. Breeze flicked her ear as she returned her focus to trying to find scraps or something small to hunt.

Frisk had continued going away from camp. Sometime after leaving the place he sleepen at he looked about him for food, perhaps a rabbit or mouse would be found. He continued on. Occasionally he slowed pace to a slower walk. "What a beautiful world! So much better than being stuck in camp all day!" Frisk said, as he looked at the sights around him on his travelling. This was something he particularly liked going out for.

Willow was tracking the beach clan foxes when she caught whiff of a different scent, Frisk's. She paused for a moment before deciding that it was more important to locate Frisk. He could be injured due to how long he had been missing. She huffed, a bit irritated that she'd have to leave the scent trail but she could always inform Violet or Honey when she got back.

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Willow got a bit more worried as she travelled. Frisk was fairly far outside the camp for a fox his age. She speeded up. Eventually, she spotted the young fox. She felt a mix of frustration and relief at seeing him uninjured and at ease. "Frisk! Get over here right now! The entire camp was worried sick about you!" Willow barked loudly and sternly. That fox was going to get an earful on the way back to camp.