Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

It wasn't what he expected, and he rolled the tension out of his shoulders. Then again, what had he been expecting? He could barely remember anything that had happened last spring, since he was so focused on a dying Camilla and two very lively children. This was one of those times he really wished Sequoia was around. She was so good at stuff like this, but Phox would do his best to support her. For now, it felt like that just meant listening and letting her bury herself in his chest. Nothing he could say would fix this for her, so instead he licked the top of her head in an attempt to soothe her.

Even if he'd said anything, she wouldn't be able to hear it. Signing while comforting her wasn't really an option, either. He realized she'd been holding this in for a whole year, which could not have been a great way to handle it. Phox wondered if Pippin knew this (or any of her other ugly-bump friends). Maybe that was a perk for some.