Heron Lake Plateau One hundred bad days

Phox nodded in agreement. The thought of living under yet another ruler that he disliked wasn't very appealing. He was trying to decide if the thought of him leading was appealing. Thus far, Phox had never been thrust into a leadership role. Nor had he attempted to capture it for himself. But maybe, maybe this was the right time. He was older, wiser now. He had two very important little microwolves to look after, and he knew he would do anything and everything in his power to make sure they were safe and sound. Not only that, but he wanted them to grow up strong and able. After his short interactions with Owen and Vasa, he didn't think this was the environment where that was going to happen.

He wasn't sure if they should keep this to themselves, and since Towhee probably had a better handle on that, he asked her. -Should we tell anybody in advance?- he asked. If Quixote was going to be a dick about it, he really didn't want to stir that up if he didn't have to. Then again, if it would make the transition go more smoothly, it might be better not to surprise him.