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Phox shrugged indifferently. Clearly he didn't find it that weird. Besides, it didn't change anything about the way he would treat Lagan. The guy was practically his uncle, and Phox had only good things to say about him. Lagan was family, as far as Phox was concerned. But another thought occurred to him. "Are you jealous?" he asked, wondering if Towhee had a crush on Lagan, and that's why she was upset. If he liked boys, maybe that meant he didn't like girls.

The herd—his herd—was still a ways off, but seeing them made Phox quicken his pace. He glanced back at Lagan, who wagged his tail and continued to let the two younger wolves take the lead.