Hideaway Strath I could surrender but I'd just be pretending.

Phox had just returned from doing another routine pass on one of the weaker border markings with a rabbit clutched in his jaws. His ears perked up when he heard Dingo calling for Fig and Fenn, and he bristled when he heard the voice of somebody else. Phox reminded himself that they were likely to see a lot of new faces, and he cooled himself off with a shake of his coat.

He approached with the rabbit still in his mouth, but Phox dropped it once he was in conversational distance. Fig and Fennec are mine by birth, but Towhee took over as their mother when their birth mother passed away. And she'd done an excellent job of it. And you are? he asked, tilting his head gently to one side.