Hideaway Strath How I wish you were here

The grove had been more or less quiet, and Phox had spent most of his days doting on Fig and Fennec, lapping up what little was left of their childhood. He promised himself he wasn't going to miss any of it if he had any say in the matter, and so far, he'd done a pretty good job of that (or so he hoped). Still, they were growing like weeds, and the two of them were getting closer and closer to looking like full-fledged adults every day. It was incredibly how quickly time went.

He had heard Niamh's call, but he'd been wrapped up in burying some food for the pack before he was able to answer it. Towhee was (unsurprisingly) already at the scene, and Phox nudged her shoulder in that ol' sibling way that he tended to do. He'd caught only the last bit of the conversation, so he deciphered what he could through the context.

-What happened?- he asked, hoping one or both could give him the TL;DR of what had gone down.