Sun Mote Copse Cloud nine

Nellie professed that she wasn't all that hungry either, meaning it would go to the cache. Sounds like a plan, Phox replied, his tail waving gently behind him. Their little hunt had been a success, at least her half of it, and he was happy that she'd gotten to make the kill. Perhaps she'd turn out to be in the next generation of small game hunters like himself, though he didn't press the idea upon her. That was something best left to her mother or perhaps Wraen, if they wanted to go that route.

That train of thought led to whether or not he would ever end up as a leader someday. He couldn't imagine removing Fennec from her home a third time, so if it happened, it would have to be right here at the copse. For now, Phox was content to serve beneath Wraen. He didn't have any lofty aspirations in that department, and the only reason he'd moved to the grove was to find a safer place for Fenton. Phox's main goal now was to be the best father he could to his two lovely children (and whatever children he might have in the future).

He began walking toward the nearest cache, assuming that Nellie would be happy to have some company on the way there.