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Phox didn't understand why Towhee would feel bad for yelling. -She did the exact thing you asked us not to,- he reminded her, -I think your yelling was more than warranted.- Phox knew he would make an effort to avoid the Firebirds now. Before, he almost felt like it could have worked. He liked Wildfire, Elwood, Finley, and plenty of the other wolves there, but seeing Niamh hurt his sister like this was too much. The Redhawk didn't want to face her, mostly for fear that he would fly off the handle and rip her a new one.

-Only you are- sent a surge of warmth through his heart that made it feel like summertime for a moment. He sighed, shaking his head at the whole situation. Every time one piece of his life seemed to mend itself, another threw him for a loop and shattered things all over again.

Quixote still hadn't sought Phox out, so the Redhawk felt that he was further neglecting his leadership duties. Not only that, but the Firebirds might very well splinter the Redhawks to a point beyond repair. That worried Phox the most, even though he didn't believe Wildfire meant for it to happen (now or ever). It was so easy to blame everything on Quixote.