Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

Phox wasn't unaware of Towheat, but he'd given her all the space she needed with Pippin. The two had been (quite literally) attached at the hip since she'd gotten back from... wherever it was she'd gone off to. Phox couldn't recall. Just now, he was making the rounds on the border, idly day-dreaming about Niamh and wondering if he and she would get together. He knew he shouldn't put too much stock in it, of course, but he really couldn't help himself.

A "hey!" derailed his train of thought, and it wasn't a voice Phox recognized. Bristling without really meaning to, he spotted Towhee frozen just up ahead. The Redhawk gave chase then, knowing Towhee could handle herself just fine, but wanting to get a head start on this stranger anyway. He didn't like the looks of him, and they only had so much food to go around. Phox should know, he checked on the caches regularly (or what little pittance was there these days).

The other guy bolted, and Phox snorted, watching him disappear into the distance. Satisfied, he turned to see if Towhee had given chase as well. The strong smell she'd brought home with her was still there, though less than it had been when she'd first gotten back.