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Phox barely knew Quixote, but he had grown rather fond of Niamh since he had returned to the Redhawks. So when the news came from Quixote that she had stepped down, Phox was on Towhee's side. There was no way Niamh would have done it voluntarily, was there? She was a good leader in Phox's eyes. (That had nothing to do with the fact that he might have had a thing for her, nope!) When Towhee wandered off, Phox was right behind her. He wanted answers, too. Not only that, but he was thinking less and less that this Quixote fellow was fit to lead him, his sister, and everybody he had grown up with.

The pack belonged in the hands of the Redhawks, and the longer it went without one at the helm, the more screwed up things became. Ever since Raven had stepped down, things had taken a turn for the worse. That was no coincidence, he thought. Phox had hoped that having Towhee back in leadership would help, but even that didn't seem to stave off the rot that was coming from the top. He was done asking questions, and when he heard Towhee shout Quixote's name and ask another, Phox shook his head.

What's going on? he echoed, standing at Towhee's side, but hopefully in such a way that she could read his lips. What's going on is that ever since Raven stepped down, things have been fucked up around here. This pack belongs to us, not some outsider. Phox had already told Towhee this, but now he was more sure than ever. Quixote was not fit to lead this pack. Only the Redhawk wolves were meant to.