Heron Lake Plateau Fantastic beasts and where to find them.

Milk toast? Phox wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean, but it didn’t sound particularly tasty or good. Just kinda... bland. Maybe that’s what she was getting at. It was a shame, really, considering all the stories he had heard about his parents being great and mighty leaders. He had even once heard stories that Finley was a wild child back in the day. Not that Raven had ever been anything like that, but she was family through and through. Phox couldn’t deny that, and he surmised that Towhee wasn’t particularly thrilled about Quixote either, based on her response. Instead, she directed the conversation to Niamh, and Phox nodded in agreement.

He doubted she had intended to do it, but hearing somebody else named as Towhee’s best friend hurt. Phox knew that he had long since abandoned that title when he went running away... but somehow he had not thought that he would be so easily replaced. And yet here was Niamh, somebody he had actually taken a liking to, stepping into the very empty shoes he had left behind. If only he could take it all back, rewind and never leave the Redhawks. But he had, and what was done was done. He wondered if Towhee had room for two best friends.

-She’s a good one. Not sure about her choice of a mate, though... that guy seemed like he wasn’t quite on our side.- Phox remembered his parting remarks during the Caiaphas debacle. They weren’t kind words, that was for sure. Why were all these ladies picking dudes that Phox didn’t particularly like?