Sun Mote Copse The end of Troy.

Of course he remembered that day, and he still stood by everything he said. The Redhawk nodded, his face serious with a bit of a warm smile lingering on the surface. He listened, realizing that listening was a skill he'd picked up when he'd stayed with the Frosthawks to recover. It seemed to have a profound effect on others, and he was grateful for the new skill, especially in times like these when it was the best way to support one of his loved ones.

-I couldn't have raised them without you,- he said. Doing it himself just would not have worked. He hadn't been that close to anybody in the Redhawks aside from Raven, and she'd been busy raising her own kids. -You'll always be their mom, and I'm so happy that you are. Whatever comes next won't change that.- A broader smile crept across his face then, and this time he went in for the embrace. Even if Towhee, Fig, and Fenn were the only family he ever had, Phox would be a happy wolf. Anything else was an added bonus.