Sun Mote Copse Brave as a noun

Phox had thought this, too, about Nellie. Five months old wasn't that far off from being an adult (more like a teenager, in his opinion), but perhaps Niamh still saw her daughter that way. It wasn't his place to tell her to ask Nellie, lest he come off as trying to tell her how to parent her own children. He wondered if she would react the same to Towhee as he suspected she would react toward him.

Niamh, he said pointedly, out loud, without signing. I told you I was wrong. Phox was over it. I'm done. He was a patient wolf, but even the most patient wolves couldn't deal with this. Whatever small spark had been there was smothered out. Phox glanced to Towhee, brow furrowed, before he left without giving Niamh another chance to berate him further. If Towhee wanted to work with her, that was on her. Now it was Phox who needed space.