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Dingo strutted away, and Pippin regarded him, not bothering to hide how miffed he was. Phox noted the oddity of the male, and Pippin allowed a wry smirk to press at his wayward lips for a moment before it quickly vanished. One ear flickered in response to the dark wolf’s explanayion—soTowhee had he had broken away from the Redhawks? And Towhee now served as a surrogate mother of sorts.

He nodded slowly, content with the information provided. He barely knew the girl, but it was nice to know that one of the few wolves in the Teekon Wilds who had extended a form of kindness to him was well in her life. “Congratulations on your new home,” he offered, his tail giving a gentle sway as he took in the terrain they called theirs.

He shook his head at the mention of calling for Towhee—a small shrug offered. “No, it’s fine. I just wanted to see how she was. She offered me a home with the Redhawks months ago, and I kind of bailed after a bit… I don’t imagine she’d care much either way to see me.” Another wry smile—another bridge burned in the Ostrega’s life. "Maybe tell her I hope motherhood doesn't ruin her 'thundersmash?'" She would know what it meant.