Sun Mote Copse Mixed feelings

Towhee kept quiet, drawing inward and away from him. It pained Phox to see her this way. He couldn’t know what she was thinking, but he knew that she was hurting based on how close they were and how she responded verbally. With her head down, he didn’t attempt more ptero or verbal communication. Instead, Phox wiggled himself down onto his elbows; his hindquarters followed shortly thereafter. He scooted himself forward, wedging his muzzle under her chin with a whine.

Whatever she was feeling or thinking, he wanted to be there for her in whatever capacity she wanted or needed. He wished, for the umpteenth time, that Sequoia was here for her counseling abilities. Maybe he would send for her soon, even if she could only stay for a few weeks. It would help not just Towhee, but Eljay too. And neither of them would need to travel if Seq could come here.