Sun Mote Copse It's called a lance, hello!

Phox stuck out his tongue. It wasn't often that he was smarter than somebody else, and the feeling was a good one. This must have been what Towhee felt like around him, hah!

The mood took a sudden turn for the worse when Phox learned that one of Niamh's kids had disappeared. It sounded like it was right around the time Fennec had disappeared, if he had to guess. Being reunited with her (and Towhee) was a wonderful moment, and he didn't want to imagine what it would have been like if Fennec hadn't been here with Towhee. His ears flattened against his head in an apologetic matter, not having wished to bring up a sore subject.

Thankfully, Niamh was quickly on to happier subjects, like her son, Bronco. Phox hadn't even considered the changes that Figment and Fennec were about to go through, even though he'd already experienced some of it with Fennec. It was going to be harder for her (everything would be) than it would be for Figment.

They're the best and the worst, he said, nodding along in agreement. With the joy came the pain, but he was growing used to that and learning to roll with the punches. It seemed like the only way to get through this life without going completely mad.

You think you'll want more someday? he asked. Phox knew he certainly did, even though he had no idea under what circumstances that would happen. Niamh was a possibility, of course, but Phox wasn't the forward type, nor was he even sure they would get along in that way. Still, it was fun to think about.