Phoenix knew she had been slacking in relation to maintaining an appearance with her pack mates of late, and there were new members she only knew by scent, so when one crossed her path on her way back from the red fern forest with a fat bird clenched between her jaws, she only took a moment to divert her trail to see which one this belonged to.
Having become accustomed to predominantly swarthy coats, the off-white of the old wolf stood out in stark contrast to their shadowy surrounds. She made no act of ceremony in dropping the pheasant and letting it roll towards her packmate. "Looks like it'd be better off in ya stomach than in a cache." Her observation was blunt, and the girls discomfort at dealing with social situations was evident in the way she let her eyes slide over the older wolf and into the trees behind her. She supposed she should introduce herself, but all that thought induced was a petulant sigh as she let her rump fall to the ground. "I'm Percy, I tend ta avoid crowds."